As the screen flickered with the final score, I knew I was in trouble. My thumbs hovered over the controller, but the game was over, and there was no denying the outcome. “Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, leaning back in my chair.“Looks like you lost, Kyle,” Sarah said with a sly grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned forward, her short blonde hair brushing against her shoulders as she rested her chin on her hand, watching me intently.I shifted uncomfortably, knowing exactly what this meant. We had bet on the outcome of our weekly video game marathon—a tradition that had somehow escalated into something much more complicated. Her eyes narrowed slightly, almost as if she could read my thoughts.“So,” she began, her voice smooth and calm, “are you going to honor your end of the bet?”I sighed, running a hand through my hair. The stakes had been high this time; higher than I had anticipated. “Fine,” I agreed reluctantly, my heart pounding in my chest. “What do you want?”Sarah’s grin widened, and she stood up, walking over to her backpack that lay discarded on the floor. “Just a little… demonstration,” she replied, pulling out a small, sleek black object. My eyes immediately recognized it: a chastity cage.My stomach tightened as I realized what she had planned. “You’re serious about this?” I asked, my voice tinged with disbelief.She nodded, her expression serious now. “Oh, absolutely. You lost fair and square. Now, let’s get this started.”Reluctantly, I stood up and followed her instructions, undressing down to my boxers. She watched me with an intensity that made me even more nervous, her eyes never leaving mine. When I was finally exposed, she gestured for me to come closer.“Drop your shorts,” she commanded, her voice firm.Swallowing hard, I complied, stepping out of my boxers and standing naked before her. She reached out, grabbing my cock gently, her fingers cool against my skin. Despite myself, I felt a slight twinge of arousal at her touch.“Good boy,” she murmured, her tone approving. “Now, let's see how well you fit into this.”She crouched down in front of me, opening the chastity cage carefully. I watched as she positioned it around my flaccid cock, her hands moving with practiced ease. The metal ring slid over my shaft, cold and tight, and she locked it into place with a small click.The sensation was strange, foreign. I felt suddenly vulnerable, trapped in a way I had never experienced before. Sarah stood up, her gaze sweeping over me appreciatively.“There we go,” she said, her voice silky smooth. “All locked up and secure. How does it feel?”I opened my mouth to respond, but found no words. The cage was snug, restricting any movement or growth. It was both arousing and frustrating, a paradoxical mix of sensations.“Good,” she continued, stepping closer and placing a hand on my chest. “Now, let’s see how long you can last.”Her fingers trailed down my body, sliding along my abdomen and lower, barely grazing the edge of the cage. I shivered under her touch, my breath hitching in my throat.“Are you ready for the first round, Kyle?” she asked, her voice low and teasing.I nodded mutely, unable to find my voice. The combination of her touch and the restrictive cage was overwhelming, sending waves of heat through my body.She smiled knowingly, stepping back and reaching for the hem of her shirt. Slowly, tantalizingly, she peeled it off, revealing the lace bra beneath. My eyes were glued to her movements, every detail imprinted in my mind.“Do you like what you see?” she purred, her fingers deftly unhooking the clasp of her bra.I could only nod again, my mouth dry. She shimmied out of the bra, letting it fall to the floor, and stood before me completely bare-chested. Her breasts were full and inviting, nipples already hardening from the cool air.“Touch me, Kyle,” she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. “Show me how much you want it.”Clenching my fists to keep from reaching for her, I shook my head, feeling a surge of frustration. “I can’t... the cage...”She laughed softly, a sound that sent chills down my spine. “That’s the point, isn’t it? To make you suffer just a little bit.”With that, she stepped closer, pressing her body against mine. Her warmth seeped into me, igniting a fire that I couldn’t quench. Her hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of my restrained form.“Such a good boy,” she cooed, her lips brushing against my ear. “So eager, yet so helpless.”Her fingers danced across my skin, lingering on the sensitive spots just above where the cage ended. Every touch was like electricity, sparking through my veins and pooling in my groin.“Please,” I groaned, my voice strained. “Can’t you... take it off... just for a moment...”She pulled back, her eyes locking onto mine with a dark, predatory gleam. “And ruin all the fun? No, Kyle. This is only the beginning.”Before I could protest further, she moved away, retrieving a feather duster from the closet. The soft plumes brushed against my skin, causing me to jerk involuntarily.“Now,” she began, her voice a purr, “let’s see how well you can handle this.”

Kyle lost a video game bet to Sarah and had to wear a chastity cage as punishment. Sarah teased Kyle by undressing and touching him while he was restrained. She then used a feather duster to further tease and torment him, refusing to remove the cage.

As the screen flickered with the final score, I knew I was in trouble. My thumbs hovered over the controller, but the game was over, and there was no denying the outcome. “Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, leaning back in my chair.

“Looks like you lost, Kyle,” Sarah said with a sly grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned forward, her short blonde hair brushing against her shoulders as she rested her chin on her hand, watching me intently.

I shifted uncomfortably, knowing exactly what this meant. We had bet on the outcome of our weekly video game marathon—a tradition that had somehow escalated into something much more complicated. Her eyes narrowed slightly, almost as if she could read my thoughts.

“So,” she began, her voice smooth and calm, “are you going to honor your end of the bet?”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. The stakes had been high this time; higher than I had anticipated. “Fine,” I agreed reluctantly, my heart pounding in my chest. “What do you want?”

Sarah’s grin widened, and she stood up, walking over to her backpack that lay discarded on the floor. “Just a little… demonstration,” she replied, pulling out a small, sleek black object. My eyes immediately recognized it: a chastity cage.

My stomach tightened as I realized what she had planned. “You’re serious about this?” I asked, my voice tinged with disbelief.

She nodded, her expression serious now. “Oh, absolutely. You lost fair and square. Now, let’s get this started.”

Reluctantly, I stood up and followed her instructions, undressing down to my boxers. She watched me with an intensity that made me even more nervous, her eyes never leaving mine. When I was finally exposed, she gestured for me to come closer.

“Drop your shorts,” she commanded, her voice firm.

Swallowing hard, I complied, stepping out of my boxers and standing naked before her. She reached out, grabbing my cock gently, her fingers cool against my skin. Despite myself, I felt a slight twinge of arousal at her touch.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her tone approving. “Now, let's see how well you fit into this.”

She crouched down in front of me, opening the chastity cage carefully. I watched as she positioned it around my flaccid cock, her hands moving with practiced ease. The metal ring slid over my shaft, cold and tight, and she locked it into place with a small click.

The sensation was strange, foreign. I felt suddenly vulnerable, trapped in a way I had never experienced before. Sarah stood up, her gaze sweeping over me appreciatively.

“There we go,” she said, her voice silky smooth. “All locked up and secure. How does it feel?”

I opened my mouth to respond, but found no words. The cage was snug, restricting any movement or growth. It was both arousing and frustrating, a paradoxical mix of sensations.

“Good,” she continued, stepping closer and placing a hand on my chest. “Now, let’s see how long you can last.”

Her fingers trailed down my body, sliding along my abdomen and lower, barely grazing the edge of the cage. I shivered under her touch, my breath hitching in my throat.

“Are you ready for the first round, Kyle?” she asked, her voice low and teasing.

I nodded mutely, unable to find my voice. The combination of her touch and the restrictive cage was overwhelming, sending waves of heat through my body.

She smiled knowingly, stepping back and reaching for the hem of her shirt. Slowly, tantalizingly, she peeled it off, revealing the lace bra beneath. My eyes were glued to her movements, every detail imprinted in my mind.

“Do you like what you see?” she purred, her fingers deftly unhooking the clasp of her bra.

I could only nod again, my mouth dry. She shimmied out of the bra, letting it fall to the floor, and stood before me completely bare-chested. Her breasts were full and inviting, nipples already hardening from the cool air.

“Touch me, Kyle,” she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. “Show me how much you want it.”

Clenching my fists to keep from reaching for her, I shook my head, feeling a surge of frustration. “I can’t... the cage...”

She laughed softly, a sound that sent chills down my spine. “That’s the point, isn’t it? To make you suffer just a little bit.”

With that, she stepped closer, pressing her body against mine. Her warmth seeped into me, igniting a fire that I couldn’t quench. Her hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of my restrained form.

“Such a good boy,” she cooed, her lips brushing against my ear. “So eager, yet so helpless.”

Her fingers danced across my skin, lingering on the sensitive spots just above where the cage ended. Every touch was like electricity, sparking through my veins and pooling in my groin.

“Please,” I groaned, my voice strained. “Can’t you... take it off... just for a moment...”

She pulled back, her eyes locking onto mine with a dark, predatory gleam. “And ruin all the fun? No, Kyle. This is only the beginning.”

Before I could protest further, she moved away, retrieving a feather duster from the closet. The soft plumes brushed against my skin, causing me to jerk involuntarily.

“Now,” she began, her voice a purr, “let’s see how well you can handle this.”

chastity cage story where the guy lost a bet on a video game with a friend whom is a girl. Girl is into some chastity cage kink and despite the reluctance, the guy agrees and the girl teases him with the cage on.

His Virginity Teased and Toyed

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