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Trigger Warning: ||>!psychological horror, beaverment!<(ignore to go spoiler-free)

Chapter 6

I woke slowly in a modest room above the Evergreen Café, sunlight streaming through lace curtains. My head was heavy, almost empty. I knew only two things: my name was Josh, and there was a snug pink metal cage locked around my cock. It felt strangely right, like a part of me I shouldn’t question. I had no past, no family memories, just a quiet... urge... to build something here...

The town of Evergreen Hollow welcomed me. Mrs. Harlan at the general store gave me a job sweeping floors and stocking shelves while I found my feet. Old Mr. Whitaker, the retired carpenter, took pity on me and taught me the trade in his workshop behind the post office. “You’ve got good hands, son,” he’d grunt, passing me a plane or chisel. I spent long afternoons learning to work wood, the scent of pine and cedar filling my lungs. Villagers nodded to me on the street. Children waved. I felt… safe.

Evenings, I walked the forest trails, the ache in my cage a constant quiet companion. I learned to live with it, to channel the frustration into hard work.

Three months after waking, I stepped into The Timberline Bar on a crisp October Friday. The place was warm, golden light from hanging lanterns, the smell of beer and grilled burgers. Laughter rolled from a corner table.

She was there.

She sat with two friends, her long, platinum-blonde hair catching the light like a halo. She wore a soft cream sweater and jeans, green eyes bright with life. When she laughed at something her friend said, the sound cut straight through me. Our eyes met. She held the gaze, then smiled - slow, curious.

I sat at the bar. She came over twenty minutes later for another round.

“You’re the new guy working with Mr. Whitaker,” she said, voice warm and slightly husky. “I’m Elissa.”

“Josh.” My hand engulfed hers. Electricity.

We talked for hours. She was 28, worked at the town library, wrote poetry in the evenings. She loved the forest, old books, and quiet mornings. I told her what little I knew about myself... the fog, the fresh start. She didn’t judge. She listened like I was the most interesting thing she’d ever heard.

That night she came back to my little room above the café. Clothes came off slowly. When she saw the cage, she paused, then traced the bars gently.

“It’s locked,” I said, embarrassed.

Elissa leaned down and kissed my stomach. “I see that. It’s... different… but... I like different. You don’t need it to make me feel good, Josh.”

She guided my head between her thighs. I worshipped her for over an hour, learning every sigh, every tremble of her body. When she came, she pulled me up and held me tight, kissing me deeply. We fell asleep tangled together.

Our life together unfolded like the seasons.

We dated for eight months before I moved into her cozy apartment behind the library. I proposed on the forest trail where we had our first real date, kneeling in the fallen leaves with a simple silver ring I’d made myself in Whitaker’s workshop. She said yes with tears in her eyes.

We bought land on the outskirts... a sunny clearing beside a gentle stream. I built our house with my own hands, Whitaker and a few other men from town helping on weekends. Elissa planted a garden: roses, lavender, vegetables. We painted the nursery room soft yellow years before we’d need it, just because she liked the color.

Sex was beautiful and intimate. She loved riding my face, grinding against my tongue while she moaned my name. Sometimes she’d edge me for hours with her fingers through the bars until I was shaking and begging, then kiss me softly and say, “I wish I could make you cum, Josh, but there's just no way.” The cage stayed locked. I never looked for a way to remove it. We even tried the locksmith, he had no idea how he could do anything without actually damaging my dick. Serving her was my greatest pleasure.

But Elissa wanted children.

“I’ve always dreamed of it,” she whispered one night in our third year together, head on my chest. “A little boy with your eyes, or a girl who loves books like me. I want us to be a family.”

We tried. God, we tried.

For years we tried. She would straddle me, grinding against the cage while I sucked on her breasts or clit. She bought toys and vibrators. We made love in every room of the house. She tracked her cycles religiously. Every month her period came, and every month she would cry quietly in my arms while I stroked her silvering hair (it started going silver early, which she hated but I loved). Every time I'd cum through the cage, I wouldn't feel a single thing, but it was enough to try with Elissa. “I’m sorry,” she’d whisper. “I know it’s the cage… but I don’t want to do it with anyone else. It’s part of who you are. Part of us.”

I held her through it all. I built her a reading nook by the big window. I cooked her favorite meals. I massaged her back when she was stressed. I took her dancing in the town square on summer nights. The whole village knew us as the devoted couple: “Josh and his Elissa.” People smiled when we walked hand-in-hand down Main Street.

By the time she turned 40, the ache of childlessness had carved lines on both our faces. We made love less frantically but more tenderly. I worshipped her body with even greater devotion, bringing her to climax after climax while she mourned the empty nursery.

Then, on her 42nd birthday, everything changed.

She came running into the kitchen where I was making her favorite lemon cake, pregnancy test in hand, shaking.

“Josh… positive. It’s positive.” She shivered.

We both cried for twenty minutes straight, laughing through the tears. The doctors in the city had no explanation: “a miracle,” they called it. We didn’t care. Our miracle.

Pregnancy suited her. Her belly swelled beautifully. Her breasts grew full and sensitive. I was there for every moment.

I woke up early every day to make her ginger tea for the morning sickness. I rubbed cocoa butter on her growing belly every night, whispering to our baby. I built a beautiful oak crib with my own hands, carving little forest animals into the rails. When her back hurt in the third trimester, I carried her up the stairs. When she craved pickles and ice cream at 2 a.m., I drove to the 24-hour store in the next town without complaint.

The village threw us a baby shower. Mrs. Harlan knitted tiny blankets. Whitaker made a rocking chair. Elissa glowed, her silver-blonde hair braided with wildflowers.

The night labor started, it came fast and hard.

“Josh - the baby - it’s coming!” she gasped, clutching her belly.

I helped her into the car, but she was progressing so quickly we called the ambulance from the side of the road. They arrived within minutes. I climbed in beside her, holding her hand as contractions ripped through her.

“You’re so strong, my love,” I whispered, kissing her knuckles. “I’m right here. We’re almost parents.”

She squeezed my hand, sweating, smiling through the pain. “I love you, Josh. More than anything.”

“You’re doing so good, baby,” I told her, voice cracking. “I’m right here.”

She smiled through the pain, sweat-damp hair stuck to her forehead. “Our baby… Josh… I love you so much.”

I focused on her face, then on a small, perfectly round hole in the ambulance wall. Some kind of rivet or mounting point. It was strangely detailed. Too detailed. As another contraction hit and Elissa cried out, I stared harder into that tiny black circle, willing myself to stay strong for her.

The edges of the world began to fracture.

The hole widened. Cracks spiderwebbed outward. The ambulance lights flickered. Elissa’s voice distorted.

“Josh…?”

For a long moment everything was a blur of white light and fracturing code. My mind reeled, trying to hold onto the life that had felt more real than anything. The scent of pine from our forest home still lingered in my nose. The weight of Elissa’s hand in mine during labor felt so recent I could almost squeeze it back.

Then the world consumed me. I blacked out.

Slowly, the living room came into focus.

I was on the floor in front of the couch. The same familiar room. Sunlight streamed through the windows exactly as it had before Sarah activated the simulation. My heart hammered against my ribs.

A girl was kneeling right in front of me, her face inches from mine, looking concerned. Soft features, messy hair, wearing a loose tank top and tiny shorts.

Jessica.

My sister’s best friend.

The one who had locked me.

I see Emily.

Fuck. Recognition slammed into me like a fucking freight train.

“Jessica…” I croaked, voice hoarse from screaming in the simulation. I was back.

I pushed myself up on shaking arms and looked around wildly. Emily was sitting on the couch in her oversized t-shirt, legs tucked under her, watching everything with wide, quiet eyes. Sarah was just walking back into the room from the hallway, towel-drying her dark hair, still in her crisp white blouse and black skirt.

“Where is she?!” I screamed, tears already streaming down my face. My voice cracked with desperation. “Elissa! My wife - our baby! Where the fuck is my family?!”

Jessica blinked, startled. She reached out a hand but stopped short when she saw the wild look in my eyes.

“What?” she asked, confusion clear on her face. “Josh… what are you talking about? Who’s Elissa?”

I crawled toward her on trembling limbs, knees burning against the carpet, the soaked lace panties clinging disgustingly to the cage. Every movement sent fresh aches through my denied body, but I didn’t care.

“Elissa!” I begged, grabbing at the edge of her shorts. “The blonde woman... my wife! We built a house together in.. in.. Evergreen Hollow. Forty years, Jessica. Forty years! I worked construction, she wrote poetry at the library. We tried for a baby for so long… years of trying. She finally got pregnant.... We were in the ambulance, she was in labor, I was holding her hand and then... then....”

My voice rose into a broken wail. “I felt the baby coming! She was screaming my name and I was right there with her! Please. Please tell me they’re real. I need them. I can’t lose them. Not after everything.”

Jessica’s face went pale. She looked genuinely shaken, glancing back at Emily for help.

Emily sat completely still on the couch, saying nothing. Her usual mischievous grin was gone. She just watched me with an unreadable expression, almost uncomfortable.

Sarah finished drying her hair and tossed the towel aside. She picked up her tablet from the coffee table and checked the readings, eyebrows raised.

“You took him out early?” Sarah asked Jessica, sounding annoyed. “I told you to let the full cycle run if you were going to switch modes.”

“I… I felt bad,” Jessica whispered, voice small. “He was suffering so much at the start. I switched it to this 'lifetime simulation' so he could be happy for a while. I didn’t think it would mess him up this badly…”

I crawled closer, tears and snot running down my face, a pathetic, broken mess still wearing my sister’s best friend’s cum-soaked panties.

“Please, Jessica. Elissa had the blondest hair. She loved the forest. Our house had a big porch where we drank coffee every morning. I built the crib myself… carved little animals into it. She was pregnant. We were finally going to be parents. Don’t tell me it was nothing. I can still feel her hand in mine. I can still smell her hair…”

Sarah sighed deeply, the same sigh she’d used earlier. She crouched down so she was eye-level with me, tablet glowing in her hand.

“Get over it, Josh. They weren’t real. None of it was. Just code running on the neural patch, pulling from your deepest fantasies while you were locked and desperate. A happy little wife, a miracle baby after years of trying, the perfect small-town life… all made up by your broken subconscious. Elissa doesn’t exist. The baby doesn’t exist. The house, the village, twenty years of domestic bliss... gone. It was all in your head.”

The words landed like physical blows. I curled into a tight ball on the floor, ugly, heaving sobs tearing out of my chest. My body shook uncontrollably. I could still taste Elissa on my lips from that last kiss in the ambulance. I could hear her voice whispering “I love you” as the contractions hit.

Jessica reached out hesitantly again, her hand hovering over my back. I flinched violently away from her touch.

“Don’t,” I choked out. “Don’t touch me.”

Sarah stood back up, stretching casually. “This is exactly why we don’t usually do full lifetime runs on non-offenders. But he came out early, which isn't what you should do, Jess. Too messy. But the training should stick deeper now, though.”

I lay there destroyed, mourning a silver-haired wife and unborn child who had never existed, while my sister, her best friend, and her cousin watched me break like it was just another step in their game. I curled into a ball, ugly heaving sobs tearing out of me.

Emily finally spoke, “What the fuck just happened? He came out talking about a whole wife and baby?”

Sarah sighed and stood, stretching. “Lifetime modes. The neural patch can run full-life simulations. Happy, tragic, pure suffering... whatever you set. On serious offenders we use it for long sentences. Few minutes can be decades or a full lifetime inside. Sometimes we reward good behavior by letting them live out a nice life before they ‘die’ in the sim and wake up here. The brain fills in everything... memories, relationships, even aging for other people while the subject stays fixed. It’s incredibly convincing. If Jess hadn’t pulled him early, he would’ve lived out the rest of that happy life, grown old with her in his mind, ‘died’ peacefully, and come back here feeling… resolved. But stopping mid-labor? Messy as hell. The grief sticks harder.”

Emily leaned forward, almost amused. “So he really lived forty years in there? Built a house? Got his sim-wife pregnant even with the cage?”

Sarah nodded. “Subconscious wish fulfillment. The patch reads deep desires and crafts the scenario. He probably wanted a devoted partner who accepted the cage, a family, a simple peaceful life. The pregnancy was his brain’s miracle workaround.”

I choked out through tears, “Take me back… please. I want to go back to them. I need to hold my baby. I need Elissa.”

Jessica looked guilty and torn. Emily watched me with a strange mix of fascination and discomfort. Sarah just shrugged.

“Focus on what’s real, Josh. The cage. Your denial. Serving Jessica. You’ll forget the fake ones eventually.”

"Take me back..."

To be continued…

Chapter 5

The alarm on my phone went off at 7:45 AM and I woke up already grinding uselessly against the mattress like some pathetic animal. I hadn’t slept more than a few minutes at a time all night. Jessica’s pale pink lace panties were still stretched tight over the pink CFX cage, completely soaked and ruined from hours of leaking. The lace clung to every bar and to my heavy, aching balls, rubbing with every tiny shift of my hips. It felt disgusting and humiliating… and it made everything ten times worse.

I was still humping the sheets slowly when the door opened. Jessica slipped in, wearing a loose tank top and tiny shorts, her hair messy and cute. She had her phone in her hand and that same mix of shy excitement on her face.

“Morning, Josh,” she said softly. “Let me see.”

My face burned as I rolled over and spread my legs. She stepped closer and let out a little breath when she saw how wrecked her panties looked—dark wet spots everywhere, the pink cage bulging obscenely underneath. She reached down and ran one finger along the lace-covered bars. The cage jerked hard, making me whimper.

“Wow… you really stayed like this all night,” she whispered, biting her lip. “Sniffing them and then wearing them… you’re such a mess for me already.”

For the next hour and a half she kept me on my knees right there in the living room. She was getting bolder, playing with the app like it was a new toy. Long, slow teasing waves that built me right up to the edge, then sudden cruel stops that left me sobbing and begging. She made me repeat stuff while she edged me. “I’m Jessica’s locked boy. I don’t get to cum until her training is done.” Every time I messed up the words she added little shocks to my balls. By the time the doorbell rang I was a sweaty, shaking wreck, hips twitching, panties absolutely drenched.

"My cousin's here!"

Sarah walked in carrying a sleek silver case. She was Jessica’s cousin, a few years older, tall with sharp features, dark hair in a neat ponytail, and that confident “I’ve seen everything” energy. She wore a crisp white blouse and a black skirt that looked professional but still showed off her legs. Her eyes landed on me immediately—kneeling there in nothing but her cousin’s cum-soaked panties and she gave a little amused smile.

“Damn, Jess. You really got him started,” Sarah said, setting the case down. “He looks properly desperate already. This is gonna be fun. Just to be sure, since he's not an offender, you have his consent for this right?”

Emily - my actual sister - lounged on the couch in her oversized t-shirt, she seemed to have just woken up, grinning like this was the best show ever. “Yep, He's given a-okay to Jessica yesterday. Told you he’d be perfect for this.”

Sarah didn’t waste time. She didn't even talk to me the entire time, she acted as if I didn't exist. "Okay, I'll need to fit this extra thing here, we need to speed things up..." She had me sit on the couch while she pressed a small, cool patch behind my ear. It stuck there with a soft click. Then she synced it with the cage. Her tablet lit up, but she kept her explanations pretty casual.

“This neural thing is wild,” she said, sitting between Jessica and Emily. “It links straight to his brain. We can feel how horny and desperate he is in real time… and we can mess with how time feels inside his head. Like, stretch it out." She took her phone out. "Make a few minutes out here feel like days or weeks for him. It's useful when these inmates misbehave and act aggressive. Perfect for Jessica’s training without waiting around forever.”

I swallowed hard, heart pounding. “Wait… weeks? Inside my head?”

Sarah shrugged, tapping at the screen. “Yeah. Your mind speeds way up while your body stays right here. You’ll remember every second of it when you come back out. It’s… intense. Ready, Jess? I can show you a sample.”

Jessica nodded, looking nervous but excited. “Start small?”

Sarah "Okay.. let's say, one second equals one day... and let's do... 25 seconds... round it off to a good 30?" She said, tapping on her phone. "That'd be well over a month for him. More or less."

Emily leaned forward, watching with intense curiosity.

"Wait.. uhh. I didn't know about this- can we discuss-"

Before words flew out of my throat, Sarah casually just clicked something on her phone.

The world folded in on itself with a sickening lurch.

One second I was on the couch. The next I was somewhere else entirely - an endless bright white room that felt completely real. Jessica and Sarah towered over me like giants, their voices booming. My cage felt heavier, every nerve screaming. Time stretched like taffy.

Day one… just day one… I can do this… please let me do this…

They dropped me into day after day of pure torment.

I “woke up” over and over in fake versions of my room, still wearing Jessica’s panties, forced to sniff them while she watched and teased me for hours. The smell filled my nose until it was all I knew. Then came the long afternoons where they edged me without mercy - phantom hands stroking me right to the edge, then stopping, over and over, for what felt like entire days. My hips would buck desperately, tears streaming down my face as the need built and built and then… nothing. Just aching emptiness.

Why is this still day three… it feels like forever already… my balls… fuck they hurt so bad… I just want to cum… just once…

Evenings turned into public humiliation loops: sitting at a fake family dinner where everyone casually talked about how I was locked up and leaking like a loser. Nights were the worst. I was left trapped reliving the broken key moment on endless repeat, Emily’s laughter stretching out forever while I begged on my knees, the shattered pieces of the key glinting on the floor like some sick joke that never ended.

Day twelve… or is it fifteen… I can’t tell anymore… every time I get close they just… stop… and I have to thank them… thank you Jessica… thank you for locking me… I love this… I don’t… I can’t…

I cried. I screamed mantras until my throat felt raw. Thank you for locking me. I love being denied for Jessica. Every single time I got close to the edge, they froze me there for what felt like hours, letting the need burn deeper and deeper until my mind was nothing but white-hot desperation.

Please… I’ve been good… please just let me… it’s been weeks in here… I’m losing it…

Thirty real seconds later the simulation ripped away.

I collapsed onto the carpet, gasping and sobbing, body jerking uncontrollably. It felt like I’d lived a whole month in there. The panties were flooded. Tears ran down my face. My mind was spinning.

“Holy shit,” Emily laughed, leaning forward. “Look at him. He’s completely wrecked and it was barely any time at all.”

Jessica rubbed my back gently, but her eyes were shining. “You okay, Josh? That was just the start…”

Sarah checked her tablet. “He handled it pretty well. Let’s turn it up.”

Before I could even catch my breath or beg, the world folded again, crueler this time. Sarah’s voice floated in as everything shifted. “Okay, bumping it way up. One second out here is gonna feel like a full week for him now. We’ll let this one run for a minute or so. That’s… yeah, over a year inside his head. Buckle up, Josh.”

The horror crashed over me instantly. "Wait n-"

No… no no no… a year… I can’t do a year of this…

The white room swallowed me again, but now the days blurred into weeks, then months. I lived through entire seasons of denial in my own mind.

Fake winters where I was kept chained in a cold basement, edged for days on end by giant versions of Jessica and Sarah while they chatted and laughed above me. The cold bit into my skin but nothing compared to the fire in my cage.

Week four… my cock won’t stop leaking… it’s all I can think about… every throb is torture… please Jess… Em... I’m your brother… I’m your good boy… why won’t you let me cum…

Summers of crawling around the house in nothing but the sticky panties, neighbors pointing and whispering about the locked pervert. I lost count of how many times they made me relive sniffing Jessica’s panties—each loop longer, more degrading, my face pressed into the fabric for what felt like weeks while she cooed about how pathetic I was. The scent never faded. It burned itself into my brain.

Month three… or four… I don’t know… I begged for hours yesterday… or was it last week… my mind is slipping… I said I loved it… I think I meant it… no… fuck…

The worst parts were the frozen edges. They’d bring me right to the brink and then trap me there for subjective days - unable to move, unable to cum, just pure screaming need burning in my brain while memories of Jessica’s soft body and her vanilla scent played on repeat. I existed as nothing but throbbing desperation.

How long has it been… six months… seven… I can’t remember what an orgasm feels like… I only know this… this endless ache… leaking… thanking them… crying… please make it stop… I’ll do anything…

My mind started to crack. Was this month eight or month eleven? It didn’t matter. Every single second was aching, leaking, hopeless frustration. I broke down completely. I begged, I thanked them, I admitted how much I needed it, how much I loved being their toy. The simulation used every embarrassing memory against me—my failed unlock attempt, humping my pillow, getting caught with the panties—and stretched them into eternal torture.

Year one… I think… I’m theirs now… completely… just a locked toy… leaking in panties… thank you Jessica… thank you Sarah… I deserve this…

Then, without any warning, it tore me back out.

Sixty real seconds had passed.

I came back screaming, body thrashing on the couch, sweat pouring off me, cock violently straining and leaking in the destroyed panties. The mental whiplash hit like a truck—over a year of pure hell compressed into one brutal second. I couldn’t stop crying. My voice was hoarse.

“Please… no more… it was forever in there… I can’t take it… I lived a whole year… please…”

Emily was cracking up. Jessica looked a little guilty but mostly turned on, holding my hand. Sarah just gave a casual little nod, like she’d seen this a hundred times. I tried to crawl off the couch, legs shaking uncontrollably. “Sarah-Jess-please-I’m begging you-”

Sarah was already standing, stretching lazily. “I need a nice long shower. Put him in while I’m gone.” She glanced at the tablet. “Crank it all the way up. One real second out here equals one full month inside. Run it for thirty minutes. That’s… one hundred and fifty years of denial training for our sweet little toy.”

The words hit like a death sentence.

One hundred and fifty years…

The white chamber opened beneath me like a grave.

No… no no no- that’s more than a lifetime-

To be continued

Chapter 4

The two hours blurred into a haze of relentless edging.

Jessica had gotten bolder with every passing minute, her voice growing more confident as she tested commands, patterns, and the cruel little denial protocols in the CFX app. Emily guided her like a proud mentor, whispering suggestions that always made things worse for me. By the end I was a sweaty, leaking, whimpering mess on the couch - cock throbbing uselessly in its pink prison, hips twitching with every false promise of release that never came.

“CFX unit, pause all stimulation,” Jessica finally said, almost gently.

The cage went blessedly still.

Emily stretched like a cat. “Good work, Jess. I think that’s enough practical training for tonight. Our little Meat Goblin needs a break before he melts.”

Jessica glanced at me, cheeks flushed, eyes bright with a mix of guilt and excitement. “Yeah… go to your room, Josh. We’ll… catch up out here.”

I didn’t argue. I could barely walk straight. My balls ached with unreleased pressure as I shuffled down the hall and collapsed onto my bed, face buried in the pillow.

From the living room I could hear them laughing, talking about old times, Jessica’s program, Emily’s latest chaos. Normal sister-best-friend sounds. It made the cage feel even tighter.

Hours later, long after dark, my door creaked open.

Jessica slipped inside quietly, closing it behind her. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt that barely reached mid-thigh, hair down and slightly damp from a shower. She smelled like vanilla and something warmer.

“Hey…” she said softly. Then she frowned at her phone. “Wait. The tease protocol is still running in the background?”

My cage immediately hummed back to life - low, slow, maddening.

I groaned. “Jess… please.”

She quickly tapped her screen. It stopped.

“Sorry! I didn’t realize it auto-resumed.” She sat on the edge of my bed, close enough that her bare knee brushed my leg. For a long moment she just looked at me.

“Josh… I need to ask you something serious.”

I sat up slowly, still breathing hard from the residual ache.

“I know this is fucked up. Like, really fucked up. But… I’m scared I’m going to fail the orientation. My cousin pulled strings to even get me in, and if I bomb the practicals on CFX systems…” She bit her lip. “They’ll kick me out. I’ll lose the housing stipend, the benefits, everything. I really need this, Josh. Not just for me - for my future.”

Her hand rested lightly on my arm. Her eyes were big, sincere, and a little vulnerable in the dim light.

“I’m not Emily. I won’t force you. If you say no, I’ll tell her we’re dropping it and figure something else out. But… if you’re willing to let me practice on you, actually use you while I’m staying here… I promise I’ll be careful. And I’ll make it worth it for you. Somehow.”

The silence stretched. My caged cock twitched traitorously at the thought of weeks under her control.

I swallowed. “You really need this?”

“I do. More than you know.”

I let out a shaky breath. “Okay. I’ll do it. For you.”

Jessica’s face lit up with genuine relief and something warmer. She hugged me tight, her soft breasts pressing against my chest for a moment. “Thank you. You have no idea how much this means.”

I pulled back slightly. “Just… can I have a little free time tonight? Before the next session starts? I need… I don’t know, to process.”

She smiled softly and reached into her pocket, pulling out the shiny pink robotic key. “Here. Take the night. I’ll talk to my cousin tomorrow for more tips.” She leaned in and kissed my cheek. “You’re a good guy, Josh. Weirder than I remembered… but good.”

Then she was gone, practically skipping out of the room.

The second the door clicked shut I was fumbling with the key. My hands shook with desperate need. I yanked my shorts down, the pink cage glistening with hours of leaked pre-cum.

I shoved the key into the lock.

Nothing.

I tried turning it. It wouldn’t budge. I pulled, jiggled, pushed harder.

CFX Connect:

TAMPER DETECTED - Unauthorized Unlock Attempt

Administrator notified.

“Fuck - !”

The door burst open. Emily stood there, phone in hand, already laughing so hard she was doubled over.

“Oh my god, you actual idiot!” She snatched the key from my fingers before I could react. With a dramatic flourish she held it up, then snapped it cleanly in half between her fingers. The broken pieces clattered to the floor.

“Emily, what the fuck?!”

She wiped tears from her eyes. “The key is symbolic, dumbass. It only works for initial locking. Actual unlocking is admin-only through the app. Prison tech, remember? You think they let inmates just pop it off whenever they want?”

I stared at the broken key, horror sinking in. “This violates every human right in the book - ”

“Prison shit,” she said with a shrug, still grinning. “All waivers signed the moment it locked. You’re legally a compliant unit now. Cute, right?”

I was almost in tears, voice cracking. “Please, Em. One unlock. Just one real orgasm before I become your and Jessica’s full-time guinea pig. I’m begging.”

Emily’s expression shifted into something darker, hungrier. She stepped closer, then pointed at the floor.

“Kneel.”

I hesitated only a second before sinking to my knees in front of her.

She lifted one bare foot and pressed her toes against my lips. “Kiss it. Show me how grateful you are for even asking.”

Humiliation burned through me, but so did desperate arousal. I kissed her toes, then, at her raised eyebrow, opened my mouth and licked. Sucked. Ran my tongue between them while she watched with cruel satisfaction.

“Mmm. Look at you. Pathetic.” She pressed her foot harder, wiggling her toes on my tongue. “My ex was into this too, you know. Total denial slut. I got really good at breaking boys like you. Then he tapped out and left. Now I’m bored… and you just handed yourself to me on a silver platter.”

She pulled her foot away, leaving me panting.

“You’re going to stay locked for a long, long time, little brother. Months, maybe. Jessica’s going to practice every edging technique, every shock protocol, every psychological trick they teach at her program. And I’m going to watch. I’m going to make you thank her while you’re crying and leaking and begging. I’m going to make you admit how much you love being our toy.”

I hated how hard I was straining in the cage.

Emily laughed softly, then crouched down so we were eye-level. Her voice dropped to a venomous whisper.

“Starting tomorrow, Jessica’s cousin is coming over to help calibrate you properly. Full neural sync. The kind that lets them feel your desperation in real time. The kind that can make you edge for days without ever letting you cum. And you’re going to smile and thank them both while they turn your brain into mush.”

She stood up, patting my head like a dog.

“Sweet dreams, Meat Goblin. Try not to hump your pillow too hard tonight.”

As she reached the door, she paused and glanced back with one final, devastating smirk.

“Oh, and Jess just messaged me. She wants her first solo session with you at 8 AM sharp. She’s already planning the schedule for the whole week.”

The door clicked shut.

I stayed on my knees, broken key pieces on the floor, cage throbbing uselessly, knowing I was completely, irreversibly theirs now.

It was 11:04 P.M.

I lay there in the dark for what felt like hours, staring at the ceiling, my body a live wire of pure frustration. The broken key pieces mocked me from the floor where Emily had tossed them. Sleep? Impossible. Every tiny shift of my hips made the rigid pink cage bite into my swollen shaft, the ring behind my balls pulling tighter with every throb. My cock was a trapped, leaking monster, pulsing against the unyielding bars like it could somehow force its way out through sheer desperation. Pre-cum oozed steadily, soaking my shorts, turning the fabric cold and sticky.

I tried rolling onto my stomach. Bad idea. The pressure made me grind instinctively against the mattress, humping in short, pathetic little thrusts that achieved nothing except more aching denial. The cage didn't budge. I humped my pillow next, face buried in it to muffle the whimpers, hips bucking wildly like some desperate animal. Nothing. Just the relentless, buzzing pressure building higher and higher without any hope of release. I flipped onto my back again, legs spread, hands hovering uselessly near the device before clenching into fists. My balls felt like they were going to burst.

"Fuck this," I muttered, grabbing my phone. The screen's glow hurt my eyes. I searched frantically: "CFX chastity cage unlock bypass," "tamper proof chastity hack," "emergency release prison chastity." Forum after forum of locked boys sharing horror stories. Most said it was impossible without admin approval. Some warned that tampering attempts triggered permanent lockdown modes or worse - neural punishment protocols. My stomach twisted.

One sketchy site popped up in the results: "ChastityScan - Instant Unlock Diagnostics." It promised a quick scan via camera to "identify vulnerabilities." I was so far gone I didn't think twice. I held the phone up, scanning the glowing pink prison from every angle while it leaked all over my sheets. The site asked for a $5 "processing fee." I sent it through some anonymous payment app, hands shaking.

The scan ran. A progress bar filled agonizingly slow.

SCAN COMPLETE: No vulnerabilities detected. Device in full compliance mode. Administrator privileges required for any release. Thank you for your contribution!

No refund option. No unlock. Just a cheerful "Enjoy your denial!" message and a link to more "premium training programs." I'd been scammed for five bucks while my cock screamed for mercy. I slammed the phone down, nearly sobbing with rage and need.

I couldn't take it anymore. My body was on fire. I crept downstairs in the middle of the night, hoping a cold shower would kill the desperation. The house was silent except for the hum of the fridge. I slipped into the bathroom off the hallway, stripping off my sticky shorts. The cage looked obscene under the harsh light - shiny pink, my desperate purple head straining desperately between the slit, balls heavy and tight. Fuck! It looked like a clit!

I turned around to distract myself. A good shower will do, yes, that's what I need.. a good shower. That's when I saw them. Jessica's panties, discarded on the floor near the hamper, pale pink lace with a faint damp spot. The scent hit me immediately - warm, feminine, vanilla and that unmistakable intimate musk. My mind blanked. I snatched them up like a starving man, pressing the crotch to my nose and inhaling deeply. The smell flooded my brain, making my caged cock surge violently, jerking against its prison. I was gone. Sniffing harder, grinding my face into the fabric, one hand futilely tugging at the cage while the other held her panties like a lifeline.

The door creaked open.

Jessica stood there in her oversized t-shirt, eyes wide with shock as she flicked on the light. "Josh? What the-"

I froze, her panties still pressed to my face, cock throbbing visibly in its cage, pre-cum dripping onto the tile. Humiliation crashed over me like ice water.

"Jess... I..." My voice cracked.

She stepped inside, closing the door softly behind her. Her gaze dropped to my leaking, straining cage, then back to the panties in my hand. Instead of anger, her cheeks flushed deep red and her breathing quickened. "You're... still like this? After everything tonight? How are you even functioning?"

I broke. The words spilled out in a humiliated rush. "Emily... she took the key. Snapped it. Said it's symbolic only.... I'm locked for real. No unlock. She said I'm your guinea pig now and... and I can't cum. I tried everything. Websites, that stupid scan site - I got scammed five dollars - and I can't sleep, I humped my bed like a dog, and then... your panties... I'm sorry, I just needed something..."

Jessica's eyes darkened with arousal. She bit her lip, shifting her thighs together. "Oh my god. That's... really fucked up. But also kind of hot. You didn't come after I left you with the key?" She took the panties from my trembling hands.

"Yes, I didn't I couldn-"

"Put them on." She threw the panties, which fell on my crotch and got held up by the cage and hung there.

"What?"

"You heard me. Slide them on over that pathetic little cage. Now."

I obeyed, face burning with shame as I stepped into her used panties. The lace stretched obscenely over the pink prison, the waistband digging in, my balls and caged shaft bulging lewdly against the delicate fabric. It looked ridiculous. Degrading. Perfectly cruel.

Jessica stepped closer, her body heat radiating against me. She reached down and traced one finger along the lace-covered bars, making me twitch and leak fresh pre-cum into her panties. "Look at you. Wearing my dirty panties because you can't control yourself. Sniffing them like a pervert while you're denied." Her voice was soft, almost sweet, but laced with that new dominant edge she'd been practicing. She leaned in until her lips were inches from mine, her breath ghosting over me. I could smell her shampoo, feel the warmth of her mouth.

My heart hammered. I tilted my head, desperate for the kiss.

She pulled back at the last second, leaving me chasing air like an idiot. Instead, she pressed a single, chaste little peck to my burning cheek. "Goodnight, Josh. Keep those on until tomorrow. I want to see you in them when we start my session at 8 AM."

"Jess, please-" My voice was a broken whimper.

She smiled, cruel and angelic at the same time, and patted the front of the lace-covered cage. "No cumming. No touching. Just ache for me. This is good practice for my program." Then she slipped out, leaving me standing there in her panties, cock screaming, balls throbbing, mind shattered by fresh layers of denial and humiliation.

I barely made it back upstairs before collapsing, grinding uselessly against the mattress again, her scent trapped against my desperate, locked cock. Tomorrow was going to destroy me. And I already knew I'd thank her for it.

To be continued...

Chapter 3

I found the coffee beans hiding behind three different boxes of instant noodles and a jar labeled "DO NOT OPEN" . Which, naturally, made me want to open it. But I didn't. I had no way of knowing if the cage had some vision or something and notified Emily about it. I had enough problems.

My phone buzzed again.

I stared at it.

Then I stared at the ceiling.

Then I seriously considered throwing the phone into the sink.

EM1LY_X0: Coffee. Two sugars.

EM1LY_X0: And don't burn the house down.

ME: One day karma is going to find you.

Three dots appeared. And dissappeared.

EM1LY_X0: Every minute you're late the buzzer will go up.

ME: What buzze-

My cage started Vibrating.

CFX Connect:

EM1LY_XO changed your default cage vibration level from 0 to 1.

Fuck. I hated her. I started making coffee.

From the living room I could hear Jessica laughing at something. Every time she laughed, Emily laughed too, which was suspicious because Emily only laughed like that when she was planning something terrible.

A minute passed.

CFX Connect:

EM1LY_XO changed your default cage vibration level from 1 to 2.

Minutes later I carried three mugs back into the living room. I think I was on level 4 already and it was terrible.

Jessica accepted hers with a smile.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

Emily took hers.

"Wow. He actually did it."

"I was getting coffee anyway."

"Sure you were."

Jessica looked between us. The vibration stopped. Finally....! I.. uhh.. don't know how I feel about that. I don't like the cage vibrating on my dick, of course, but I also.. have this sense of needing more when it suddenly stops. Fuck? WTF is wrong with me? It's only till she leaves. Okay.

"You two are weird." Jessica says.

"We've been over this, Jess," Emily said. "He's weird. I'm hilarious."

"That's not how that works."

"It literally is."

Jessica shook her head and took a sip. Then her expression changed.

"Oh wow."

My heart immediately dropped.

"What?"

"This is actually really good."

I blinked.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Emily looked offended.

"Wait. Hold on. Since when can you cook?"

"It's coffee."

"Exactly."

Jessica laughed again. Her perky nipples popped on her tank tap and poked my vision. Did she pierce her nipples? "So what's your dorm like?" I say, trying to drift the conversation to something that can distract me from looking at her boobs.

"Oh, I still haven't visited yet. I'd hopefully get it sorted in a couple days... or I might have to pitchfork a tent up on the streets, haha" she says, giggling.

"Jess, you can stay as long as you want. Seriously, we've been close, for what, years! You think we'd let you sleep on the streets?" Emily says.

"Uh.. yeah!" I add.

"Thanks guys!" Jessica opens her arms for a virtual hug, "you're the best." I debate to lean into her or not. And I pussy out. "I'm actually a bit tensed about Masters" She adds.

"What are you Mastering in?" I ask. I was actually curious.

Jessica immediately looked like she'd bitten into a lemon. Emily noticed, mildly alert. "Oh no."

"What?" I asked.

"That's the face she makes when she's about to admit something embarrassing." Emily says, as if she knows her, well, she does. Jessica pointed at her. "Stop that."

"It's true."

"Emily!"

"It's literally true."

Jessica groaned and buried her face in her hands. "Junior Patrol Officer training."

The room went quiet. I blinked. Emily blinked. Huh?? Then Emily nearly spit out her coffee.

"No way."

"Way."

"Like... actual patrol officer?"

Jessica nodded miserably.

"The kind with the uniforms?"

"Yes."

"The authority?"

"Unfortunately."

"The paperwork?"

Jessica shuddered. "Especially the paperwork." Emily started laughing. Jessica threw a pillow at her. "So you're gonna follow the steps of your cousin? Is this what it's all about???" Emily says, showing Jessica's phone at her.

"I'm serious!"

"I know, that's why it's funny."

I sat forward. "Wait. I thought you wanted to do environmental science or something...." I ask.

"I did."

"What happened?"

Jessica looked away.

"My cousin happened."

"Ah."

That explained absolutely nothing. Jessica sighed.

"She wouldn't stop talking about it. Said the benefits were good. Said it was stable work. Said there'd always be demand. You know how, like, AI can do anything now? Well, there are still, like, ethical implications in this... I don't know.... like there's this whole thing about how only humans have to be there in sensitive things like these..."

"She's not wrong," Emily admitted. "You basically can never get fired from this."

"Yeah, but then I actually got accepted and now I'm realizing I might have made a terrible mistake..."

Emily lowered her mug.

"What happened?"

Jessica looked around nervously. Then lowered her voice. "I may have exaggerated my qualifications."

I stared. Emily stared. Jessica stared back.

"...how much?" I asked.

"A little."

"Jessicaaaa...?" Emily says, a bit stern.

"A lot."

Emily burst out laughing.

Jessica pointed accusingly. "This isn't funny."

"It absolutely is."

Jessica groaned. "One of the application sections asked if I was familiar with inmate management systems and correctional restraint equipment." I frowned. "Cock cages, basically, I think. There's also these micro chips that go on the inmate's head, too."

"And?"

"And I clicked yes."

Emily stopped laughing.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Oh no."

"Yeah."

I slowly put my coffee down. Jessica was gonna study about chastity cages? What!? Could this get any worse??? "You don't know anything about that stuff?" Emily asks.

Jessica shook her head. "Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"I thought I'd learn it later!"

Emily was wheezing. She spilt half of her coffee cup and it was the funniest thing in the world to her, well, ofcourse it would, such a 'funny' coincidence to her since she has locked her brother up in a cage. "You lied on the application?" She asks, finally, calming down.

"I ENHANCED MY RESUME."

"You checked a certification box!"

"It was a very persuasive box!"

I couldn't help laughing, admist of all the stuff. My face was getting hotter, for some reason. I didn't like where things were headed.

"Guys, I'm serious" Jessica looked horrified.

Emily wiped tears from her eyes.

"Okay, okay. What exactly are you supposed to know?"

Jessica pulled out her phone.

"The orientation packet says I'll be evaluated on operational software and hardware familiarity: know-how on function of CFX Cages, CFX software and restraint settings."

My stomach immediately tightened for absolutely no reason. CFX!!!??

Jessica kept reading. "Behavioral management systems... Administrative Previlages, yada yada"

Stomach got tighter.

"Remote supervision devices."

Oh no.

"Correctional restraint technology."

OH NO.

Jessica looked up.

"I don't know what any of that means."

Emily and I exchanged a glance. Emily had the funniest smirk on her face that screamed something dangerous. Jessica completely missed it.

"I mean, I know the theory stuff. Laws. Procedures. Ethics. But the technical equipment?" She shook her head. "I haven't done any of the pre-requisite courses... there are facilities that teach these but they are highly tight and expensive.. I'm doomed."

Emily suddenly sat up straighter. A smile appeared. The smile. The bad smile. The smile that meant my life was about to be ruined.

"Well, Jess", She said, looking straight into Jessica's eyes. "I might know a thing or two about those."

Jessica looked hopeful immediately. "Really?"

"Absolutely."

I pointed at Emily. "No she doesn't."

Neither of them listened.

Jessica leaned forward.

"You actually know this stuff? This, this, CFX and shit, I mean, I got it installed but it doesn't work without the hardware."

Emily grinned. "Oh, I've been learning a lot lately."

I almost choked on my coffee. Jessica looked relieved. "Thank God."

Emily's grin somehow widened.

"I can give you a full demonstration."

"No." I say.

Jessica frowned. "What?"

"Nothing," I said immediately.

Emily kicked my shoe. Hard.

"Look, Jess," she says, flicking her phone open. "I have that app installed too. CFX whatever."

Emily glanced at me. I micro-shake my head to signal her to stop. She ignores me.

Jessica smiled.

"You're the best!!!"

Emily looked very pleased with herself, like she’d just won the lottery and the prize was my eternal suffering.

I, meanwhile, suddenly had a terrible feeling that whatever happened next was somehow going to involve me.

"Let's try it out right now, actually, a demonstration. I got everything set up already..."

Jessica clapped her hands together again, practically bouncing on the couch. “A demonstration? Right now? You’re a lifesaver, Em. I was seriously panicking about failing the practical eval on day one.”

Emily’s eyes flicked to me for half a second. A pure predatory glee, before she smiled sweetly at Jessica. "No problem at all. Hands-on learning is the best way, right? Theory’s boring. You need to feel how the system actually works with a real unit. You have an account? Jess?"

“Yep, making it... Name... ID.. well I guess it's already filled out. I think I already have an account?” Jessica tilted her head, scrolling on her phone. "Add CFX cage account as user or administrator? I need to actually pair to an account that has the cage or something. Is that what this is?"

“Exactly,” Emily said smoothly. "Give it to me." She said. She tapped her screen. And then Jessica's. Then her's again. My phone buzzed immediately.

CFX Connect:

Temporary Guest Administrator Access Granted to JESSICA.

Permissions: Monitoring, Basic Controls, Tease Protocols. Duration: Unlimited (Admin Override).

Jessica’s eyes widened as her phone lit up. “Whoa. It just gave me access to… Meat Goblin Supreme?” She glanced at me, then back at the screen, cheeks flushing. “Wait. Is this-?”

I wanted to bury myself. Kill me.

“Yep,” Emily said, not even trying to hide her grin anymore. “My dear brother volunteered as tribute. Say hello to your first practice subject, Officer Jess.”

I sank deeper into the couch, face burning. “This is not happening.”

Jessica stared at her phone, then at the very obvious bulge in my shorts where the cage was pressing. Her mouth opened, closed, then opened again. “You’re… actually locked right now?”

Emily nodded proudly. “Ultra-Giga-Pro-Max model. Top of the line. Pink, obviously. I picked it myself.”

Jessica’s gaze lingered on my lap a second too long. Her nipples were still visibly hard against the thin tank top. My cage got tighter. She swallowed. “This is so weird."

"Show her, bro" Emily said. "Show her the cage."

"What? No!" I said.

"Oh my god, you're really wearing it???" Jessica said, hiding her laughter. "Isn't it like, illegal? Or wait, I've heard of those kink cages, but a CFX?" She turns to Emily with her mouth open.

"Wellll, I know a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy. Jailbrokennn.." she whispered the last part. "But… kinda perfect timing?”

Jessica looked back at the app, biting her lip. “The strain meter is already climbing just from us talking about it.”

"Josh. Open." Emily said, looking at me. She was stern. Hearing my sister say my name like that in this context made me quivel.

"Uh..." I say, slowly lowering my shorts, upto my knee. My pink cage flashes the room. Jessica look a hard look at it, her mouth wide open in shock, with amusement? Joy? I don't even know. I wanted to disappear. Instead, my traitor of a body made the cage twitch harder.

Emily leaned over, shoulder brushing Jessica’s. “Start simple. Pull up the vibration controls. Levels go to 10, but we’ll be nice and stay low for your first time.”

Jessica’s finger hovered. She looked at me almost apologetically. “Just… tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

I didn’t trust my voice, so I just nodded.

She tapped.

The cage hummed to life again - deeper this time, a rolling wave that made my hips jerk. I gripped the couch cushion.

“Oh my god,” Jessica whispered, eyes glued to the live feed. “It’s responding instantly. Heart rate spiking… pressure building… this is insane. It really is connected to everything.”

Emily’s voice dropped into that dangerous, instructional tone. “Good. Now try a pattern. Swipe right for ‘Denial Cycle.’ It builds him up, then cuts off right before the edge. Perfect for behavioral conditioning.”

Jessica did it. The vibration intensified in slow, cruel pulses - teasing the underside, focusing on the head, then fading just as I started to thrust uselessly into the air. I was panting within thirty seconds. Every time I got close, it stopped dead, leaving me throbbing and aching, only to start again a few heartbeats later.

“Fuck…” I groaned under my breath.

Jessica’s thighs pressed together. Her voice had gone breathy. “He’s leaking. The app says pre-cum volume is elevated. Is that… normal?”

“Very,” Emily purred, reaching over to casually rest her hand on my knee, pinning me in place. “Especially when he’s been denied for a day and has to watch you sit there looking like that.”

Jessica’s face went scarlet, but she didn’t pull away from the app. Instead, she tapped something else. “What does this ‘Voice Command Training’ do?”

“Try it,” Emily encouraged. "I haven't done it so far."

Jessica cleared her throat, looking straight at me with those big, curious eyes. “Meat Goblin Supreme… hands behind your back. Stay still.”

My arms moved before my brain could protest. What?? The cage could control me? "Oh my god, how does that even work? I can make him do stuff just by voice commands? That's so..... cool." The cage rewarded my obedience with a stronger pulse that made me whimper.

“Good boy,” Jessica said softly, testing the words. Then she giggled, embarrassed but clearly turned on by how quickly I responded. “Holy shit, it works. The compliance meter just jumped.”

Emily was loving every second of this. “See? You’re a natural. Now try the light shock. Just level 1. For correction.”

Jessica hesitated, but her finger moved anyway. A sharp zap hit my balls. I yelped and doubled forward, only for the cage to immediately ramp up the teasing again as “positive reinforcement.”

“Again,” Emily whispered in Jessica’s ear.

Zap. Tease. Edge. Stop.

"Come on, we can do better than than," Emily said, taking Jessica's phone and aimed her thumb at the screen. TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP.

I jolted forward and twitched painfully for every tap she did. Zap Zap Zap Zap Zap Zap Zap Zap Zap Zap. "Aw man, it's just like Fruit Ninja!"

"Noooo, stoppp!" Jessica said, almost giggling, feining pity, but it looked like she enjoyed it.

I was a mess—sweating, squirming, cock straining desperately against the unyielding pink prison while two girls I’d known forever casually experimented on me like a new toy.

Jessica’s breathing had gotten heavier. She shifted closer on the couch, her bare thigh brushing mine. “The packet said these are used for long-term behavioral modification. How long do people usually stay locked?”

Emily smirked. “Depends on the administrator. Some guys go months. Years, even. Especially if their keyholder enjoys the denial games.”

Jessica looked at me again. Really looked. There was something new in her eyes: fascination mixed with a spark of authority. That made my stomach flip.

“I think I get it now,” she murmured. “The power dynamic. The control. It’s… intense.”

She swiped again. The cage entered a new mode—slow, rhythmic edging that kept me right there, right on the brink, for what felt like forever.

I whimpered openly this time. “Jess… please…”

She tilted her head, a small, almost shy smile forming. “Please what?”

Emily laughed softly. “Careful, Jess. Once you start, it’s hard to stop. He’s been fantasizing about you for years. This is probably his worst and best nightmare.”

Jessica’s eyes widened, but she didn’t look away. Instead, her finger hovered over the controls again.

“Meat Goblin Supreme,” she said, the app came alive. And voice gained confidence, “maintain edge protocol for the next two hours. No release. And… thank your administrators nicely.”

The cage obeyed instantly.

I broke.

“Thank you,” I gasped, voice shaking with desperate need. “Thank you, Emily… Thank you, Jessica…”

Jessica’s cheeks were flushed, nipples straining harder than ever, but her smile was growing.

“You’re welcome, Meat Goblin.” Emily leaned back, sipping the last of her coffee like a queen on her throne.

“See, Jess? You’re going to ace that orientation. We’ve got a live training subject right here for as long as you need him.”

Jessica looked at me - trapped, leaking, helplessly edging - and for the first time, she didn’t look embarrassed.

She looked excited.

"Wipe the coffee clean," Emily pointed at the coffee she spilt earlier.

"Y-yes."

I was completely, utterly fucked.

And the cage kept teasing.

To be continued...

Thanks for following up guys, this is a longer chapter than usual, a bit more paced in... Let me know how you "expect" the story to go and let's see if it comes true. Lots of ideas floating around..

Chapter 2

The weird thing about Jessica is that I genuinely can't remember meeting her.

Most people have a first memory of someone. A classroom. A conversation. A weird introduction. Something.

Not Jessica.

She was just... there.

Every time I think back to being a kid, she's already in the picture. Running around the neighborhood. Sitting in the sandbox making up rules to games nobody understood except her. Showing up at my house uninvited because apparently our front door was more of a suggestion than an actual barrier.

If someone asked me when we became friends, I honestly wouldn't know what to tell them.

Five years old? Four? Earlier?

All my memories kind of blur together. They're not even important memories, either. Just random stuff. Riding bikes. Eating popsicles on hot days. Getting yelled at by our parents for doing something stupid.

Jessica was in all of it.

Which is probably why I never noticed when things changed.

People talk about catching feelings like it happens all at once. Some huge dramatic moment where everything suddenly clicks into place.

That wasn't what happened to me.

It was more like realizing a song had been playing in the background for years and only just now noticing it.

One day Jessica was Jessica.

Then somehow she wasn't.

I don't even know when it happened.

Maybe it was the school dance we both hated. Maybe it was one of those summers where we spent every day together and never got tired of each other. Maybe it was a hundred tiny moments that didn't mean anything by themselves.

Whatever it was, by the time I figured it out, it was already too late.

Because the truth was...

Jessica had always been beautiful.

I was just an idiot.

Buzz.

CFX Connect:

EM1LY_XO changed your default cage vibration level from 0 to 1.

Before I could completely comprehend what it meant, my cage started vibrating. "Wh-whaa-" My knees go weak as I slip to the ground and my penis began vibrating along with the cage. It felt like someone was hugging my cock gently, but it didn't feel good, or, not good enough. There was a sense of needing a bit more of whatever that was. I felt like I was denied just enough stimulation to actually feel something tangible.

My bedroom door cracked open about half an inch. Laughter. Emily's laughing. Jessica's laughing. The worst possible combination. The house immediately felt ten degrees hotter. I checked my phone.

Buzz.

EM1LY-XO: How's the vibe?

That absolute demon!

A gentle knock hit my bedroom door. Three light taps. "Hey?" It was Jessica. I froze. My cock pulsed and gently grew inside the cage. It was awful.

"Uh..."

Knock Knock.

"You alive in there?" Jessica says.

My brain completely abandons me.

"NO." I say, "B-barely..."

Silence. Then a laugh. A cute laugh. A laugh that could melt you.

"Good to know."

God. Her laugh was totally unfair. Oh, shit I'm totally crushing on her now. The cage didn't fucking help. At all.

"Come out," she said. "I brought cookies." Cookies!! The universal weakness of unemployed men in a post-robotic dystopian world. I opened the door, adjusting my shorts. Jessica stood there holding a bakery box. Emily was behind her, making face at me. Fuck her.

Jessica had her brown hair tied back. Oversized hoodie, leaving everything up to the imagination. I can almost imagine her body inside, the curves, her petite waist-

"Hi," she said.

"Hi."

"You look weird."

"Thank you."

"No, like... stressed."

"Oh."

She squinted.

"Are you okay?"

Before I could answer, my phone buzzed.

Buzz.

The Vibration increased. Fuck. My dick pulsed. Now it was loud enough to be gently heard if the the room was quiet enough. Emily looked at me with the most mischievous smile.

Jessica looked down at my vibrating thigh. I almost thought she realised I wore a cage. "What was that?"

"Nothing."

Another buzz. Level 4. Fuck.

"No seriously."

"Phone stuff." I gasp out, it was mostly air.

Jessica nodded.

"Fair."

Then she smiled again.

"You coming?"

I glanced toward the living room. Emily looked so innocent, standing right there there to make my life worse. She had some crazy fucking app that controlled my dick!!

"No.... I think I'll just.. uh.. stay here.."

Jessica grabbed my wrist.

"Too bad."

And dragged me anyway.

Emily fiddled with the phone. "My phone's been acting weird lately.." she said, tapping something. Suddenly the vibration stopped on my cage. She looked at me. "WTF ARE YOU DOING" I mouth. She flips me off with middle finger and tongue out.

"Battery problems?" Jessica turns to Emily, who now has to look like nothing happened. At this point Jessica figured I am walking behind her so she leaves my hand.

"Uhh, I guess? Waitin' for next month's allotment so I can get a new phone. One of those jailbroken ones would be nice."

"Jailbroken ones? Like those used in prisons?"

"Yeah, they have those softwares that are banned, you know, you can connect a lot of stuff and run things that you can't do with a regular phone." She looks at me. "Didn't your cousin own one?"

"My cousin worked as a patrol officer, so ofcourse she got one, she always talked about how they would use it on their inmates psychologically using... i don't know... those scaffolds? Those things they put on guy's dicks, you know..."

"Chasity cages?"

"Ahh yes, I've heard of them and they're really advanced things that locks their dick and it's connected to their brains or something. My cousin likes to shock their dicks for fun."

"Whoa, shock? Isn't it like crime? Torture?" I say.

"Only if she gets caught. And most of the time, the statements of the officers are the only ones taking into consideration in the court of law. She can basically claim that they were misbehaving or something and get away with shocking their dicks for her entertainment. She also puts them in this mental torture setting, or something, and they can configure how long it could be, but like, I don't really know what she means by that..."

"Ohhhh, your cous' sounds like a sadist..." Emily says, eyeing on me.

"She sure is! I feel bad for those poor inmates, well," she chuckles, "Actually, I don't, they deserve it!"

I gulp. Connected to brain? But I don't remember connecting anything to my brain while putting this shit on.

"Which brings me, this is actually her phone." Jessica says, waving her phone at Emily.

"Wait what? It's jailbroken?"

"Yeah, it was a hand-me-down anyway, since I can't afford a new one."

"Oh so I can check out those apps, cooool!" Emily says, taking Jessica's phone away from her.

Gulp.

The living room looked normal. Which somehow made everything worse. Emily sat cross-legged on the couch. Perfectly innocent expression. Absolute criminal.

The second she saw me she smiled. A tiny little smile. The smile of someone who knew exactly how much psychological damage they were causing.

"Hey Meat Goblin, sit down."

I stopped walking. Jessica frowned. "What?"

Emily didn't miss a beat.

"Oh, that's what he named himself online once."

"What?"

"I DID NOT."

Jessica burst out laughing.

"Please tell me that's true."

"It is not."

Emily looked at me.

Then slowly raised her phone.

My phone buzzed.

Buzz.

CFX Connect:

Nickname Updated.

Display Name: MEAT GOBLIN SUPREME.

I almost blacked out. Emily looked away innocently. Jessica was still laughing, for some reason it was a bit humiliating, although I doubt she knows about my predicament. "What is wrong with you two?" She giggles.

"SHE'S EVIL."

"You're dramatic."

"YOU PUT A TRACKING DEVICE ON MY—"

I stopped. Immediately. Jessica blinked. Emily blinked. I blinked. Nobody moved.

"...phone," I finished.

Emily covered her mouth.

Jessica nodded.

"Oh."

Too close.

Way too close!!!

I sat down as far from Emily as possible. Which unfortunately meant closer to Jessica. She smelled like vanilla cookies. Which was probably because she was literally carrying vanilla cookies. But still... Distracting.

"Aren't you feeling stuffy Jess? Feel yourself at home.." Emily says.

"Yeah that's right..." Jessica says. "If you say so.." and pulls her sweatshirt up to reveal her white tank top. She isn't wearing a bra. Her nipples pop out of her fabric and it's piercing my eyes. I quickly take my eyes off her and try and look at the floor. Very distracting.

Emily eyes me. And winks. I ignore her. She looks at her phone and giggles.

Buzz.

CFX Connect:

Erection Detected.

Fuck. She probably got the same message too!

Jessica opened the box. "Oh my God." Vanilla Cookies. I grabbed one.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Emily watched us. I didn't like that look. I really didn't like that look. She had some plans. I could tell.

Buzz.

CFX Connect:

EM1LY_XO changed your default cage vibration level from 0 to 3.

FUCK FUCK FUCK. My cage started vibrating just enough that only I can hear it. I start squirming awkwardly trying to adjust my posture. A few minutes passed. "Are you sure you're okay??" Jessica looked at me, almost as if she was pitying me.

"Y-yes."

Buzz. Buzz.

EM1LY_XO changed your default cage vibration level from 3 to 5.

LEVEL 5?? There are five levels to this? The sound was definitely loud enough. I scramble myself up. Fuck. I can't let Jessica know about this. "Ahem. Water. Anyone?"

"Ahh get me also, bro" Emily says, not looking up from her phone. She has a smirk on her face.

Buzz.

EM1LY_XO changed your default cage vibration level from 5 to 6.

The vibration increases that I actually stumble down on the floor. My legs go weak. Fuck I'm about to cum. Fuck fuck fuck I'm so close fuck fu-

Buzz.

Vibration stops.

My legs are weak. I WAS SO CLOSE TO THE EDGE.

"You okayyyyy??" I hear a voice, Emily? Jessica? I don't even know.

"YEahhdqa!" I stammer, getting myself on the feet and I run to the kitchen.

Buzz.

EM1LY_X0: Sorry about that ;p Did you cum?

The reply box popped up. What? She can let me reply to her now?

ME: FUCK OFF.

EM1LY_X0: I'd take that as a no. LMAOOOOOO. That was funny. Stopped right in time!

ME: Stop whatever you are doing please.

EM1LY_X0: I wonder what jess would feel about this XD

ME: No.

EM1LY_X0: Make us both some coffee. Or else I'm spilling the beans ><

ME: Okay. Please don't.

I entered the kitchen. Ahh, she's borderline bullying me now. The app definitely said her that I like Jessica and now she's using it against me. Such an evil bitch.

I search for the coffee beans.

To be continued....

Hey guys hopefully you like this, ik it's a bit of a slow burn but hopefully y'all like the pacing I'll upload more if it gets the demand...

Chapter 1

The house was quiet. Too quiet. It didn't make sense!

I stood in the hallway for a few seconds after my sister left, listening to the distant hum of traffic outside. Then I remembered The cage.

I looked down.

Still there. Still locked. Still ridiculous. I took a hard look at it. "Looks fucking weirddd" I say trying to touch it open. It had a big lock, or what was it? Was it a lock? I don't even know. And why is it pink?

My dick was slowly starting to grow out of that shriveled state and finally hit the walls. "Too tight..." FUCK. It was tighter than I expected. "Did she get me the wrong size?" I pulled my pants back up, trying to forget about it.

I poked it through my jeans.

Nothing happened.

"Okay," I muttered. "This is fine."

I walked back into my room and sat down at my desk. The monitor flickered to life. Three job rejection emails. Two government allowance notifications.

One message from my friend asking if I wanted to play some game later. Normal.

Everything was normal.

I exhaled.

Maybe this wasn't a big deal. A few days. Jessica would get her dorm. My sister would calm down. Life would continue.

I go to the search engine and type "Chastity Cages" and find a few: metal ones, white ones, bluetooth connected ones, Cyberlocks? and a few of the ones that went all the way flat. "Chastity Cage Pink" I type. Scroll a bit more and try to find the weird one I'm wearing. Weird... I don't see it.

I find a few blog posts about chastity and keyholding and skim through. "Dude, people actually enjoy being in this??" I said, with a chuckle. "Could never be me" I said, reaching out for my dic- Oh.

A realisation hit me. I can't jerk off. FUCK FUCK FUCK. It's okay, I'm not horny. But it's still scary. Okay... well I can just steal the key from her jeans when she get backs. I'll unlock myself tonight.

My phone buzzed. It was my sister. She sent me a random link.

"Download This"

Huh? WTF?

"What is that?"

She doesn't reply. I wait for sometime, watch my delivered go to "read". Three bubbles pop from that end and dissappear. I wait for a few more minutes. She's fucking left me on read.

Fuck it.

I click the link. "EM1LY_XO invited you to join 'The other side'. Click to accept." Huh? Accept.

My phone then went off. Asked a bunch of permissions: Notification, Location, Contacts, Camera. I click accept for all and don't mind it. Then a big download button showed up. I click it. It auto open's an app on my phone.

CFX082-221 FOUNT. PAIR?

Uhhhhh.

I click PAIR.

CFX082-221 DEVICE CONNECTED.

And my cage gave a soft kick.

I frowned.

"What?"

Another notification appeared.

CFX082-221 DEVICE CONNECTED

Welcome to CFX Remote Services™

Initializing device profile...

Syncing biometric data...

Establishing administrator permissions...

Done.

Thank you for choosing CFX.

"What the hell?"

The notification vanished before I could tap it.

I stared at the screen.

Then laughed.

"Cheap Chinese garbage."

That had to be it.

The thing was probably recycled junk from some prison auction.

My sister put a stolen prison chastity cage on me because I jerked off to her friend! This can't get more ridiculous!!

Five minutes later my phone buzzed again.

CFX Connect:

We've noticed a change in your physiological baseline.

Heart Rate: Elevated

Muscle Tension: Elevated

Recommended Action:

Please take a moment to relax.

No action is required at this time.

I nearly threw the phone across the room. "Nope." I checked every installed application. Nothing new. No prison software. No compliance suite. Nothing. WTF did I click? I shouldn't have trusted my bitch of a sister.

Another buzz.

CFX Connect

Administrator Account Linked

Administrator:

EM1LY_XO

Permissions:

Remote Monitoring

Profile Management

Device Configuration

Administrator successfully connected.

That's it. Emily. My sister.

"Oh no."

The notification vanished. Five seconds later my phone rang. Emily. I answered.

"What?"

Her laughter immediately blasted through the speaker.

"Oh my God."

"What?"

"It's actually working."

"What is?"

"The app."

".....The what?"

"The cage app."

I closed my eyes.

"There's a cage app."

"There's a cage app."

"Why."

"Because it's smart."

"Why."

"Because everything is smart."

"Why is a chastity cage smart?"

"You're asking that in a world where smart toothbrushes exist?"

I hated that she had a point.

"What can it do?"

Silence.

Then another burst of laughter.

"Oh my God."

"What."

"It says your heart rate jumped twenty percent."

I froze.

"What?"

"It can monitor biometrics."

"What?"

"It says you're stressed."

"STOP READING MY BIOMETRICS."

She laughed even harder.

"THIS IS INSANE."

"YOU'RE INSANE."

"No, seriously. Hold on."

I heard tapping.

A moment later my phone buzzed.

CFX Connect

A significant biometric event was detected.

Current Heart Rate: 102 BPM

Change From Baseline: +21%

Event recorded successfully.

"Recorded Successfuly???" I whispered. "What kind of dystopian nonsense is this?"

"Okay, that's actually hilarious."

"EMILY."

"Sorry."

"You need to unlock this thing."

"No."

"What do you mean no?"

"No means no."

"You sound like a supervillain."

"Thank you."

"THAT WASN'T A COMPLIMENT."

More tapping. Another notification appeared.

CFX Connect

Profile updated: Changed Nickname.

Display Name:

MEAT GOBLIN

Changes made by:

EM1LY_XO

I nearly had a stroke. "EMILY."

"HAHAHAHAHAHA."

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU."

"Threat detected."

"What?"

My phone buzzed again.

CFX Connect

Conversation Analysis Complete.

Elevated vocal intensity detected.

Event logged.

"Oh, come on."

"You got written up by your own penis."

I hung up.

Immediately.

My phone rang again.

Declined.

Again.

Declined.

Again.

Declined.

Eventually the ringing stopped. I leaned back in my chair. Silence returned. For maybe thirty seconds. Then the front door opened.

Voices. Two of them. One belonged to Emily. The other one made my stomach drop: Jessica.

"They're here," I whispered. My phone buzzed.

CFX Connect:

Known biometric signature detected.

Profile Match:

JESSICA

Confidence: 97.4%

Administrator notified.

I stared at the notification. She even entered JESSICA's Name. Fuck. Then toward the hallway. Then back at the notification. A terrible realization crawled into my brain. "Oh no."

If the app could see this, Then Emily could see this. Every time. Every reaction. Every heartbeat. Every spike. Every embarrassing little thought my body decided to announce.

I run to my room and shit the door.

The front door shut.

Jessica entered, laughing at something Emily said. Are they talking about me? The sound echoed through the house. My phone buzzed one last time.

EM1LY_XO Message: :)

I was doomed.

To be continued....

Hey guys this is the continuation of Chapter 1. I have some crazy ideas including multipe genres for this story, please let me know how it goes and I'll keep posting the next parts as I write them.

I walk into the store with only one aim in my mind: to get the new unbeatable-ultra-pro-max giga cage. Yeah... I know it makes no sense, either, but that's what she wants. And anything my sister wants, I need to get it, because I fucked up earlier and now she's on a blackmailing rampage to get her do her errands for me.

As soon as I enter, I am stopped by a robot. "What brings you here, human?"

"Uh...."

"What brings you here, human...?"

"I wanna get..." I look down at the sheet of paper my sister scribbled at. "Ultra.. uh? Well... This!" I say, flipping the page to the robot.

The robot scans the paper with visible light sensors bombarding the sheet of paper. Robots have gotten so sophisticated.... anyone from, like, five years ago would never think this was possible. "You want the ultra-giga-pro-max cage ultra?" The robot looks at me with it's eyes. Eyes? Those aren't eyes, they don't even remotely resemble an eye. They are mere sensors that capture light, well I suppose that's what eyes are, anyway... And moreover! why does my sister need to use a paper to show me? Isn't this the age of technology?? So many things on my mind. "You want the ultra-giga-pro-max cage ultra?" The robot repeats.

"Uh.. Y-yes, yes, whatever that is...." I say, not thinking much of it. The robot wheels away into the store to get it.

Stores have really been killing themselves lately, human cashiers and attendees are rarely to be seen, and have been replaces by this... low level robot? Much of the higher "intelligence" robots that process more information, give nuance and are capable of taking descisions in matters humans are involved... are too expensive for these tiny stores to offer, those are only on for one of those high-class hospitals, spas (that my sister is so fond about!) and robotic research centers that have lots of money pouring about. "AGI" they call it, but I don't know what's "intelligent" about it, if all automation and cost cutting is done and dusted, then who has money to buy stuff they produce anyway?? The government-mandated minimum allowace isn't enough, and heck, 90% of humanity doesn't have a job anymore. God I should have been a plumber instead of a Software Engineer!

The robot waddles along back to the desk with a box that's taped all over itself. "Here." It says.

"That's it? this is that thing I asked you about?"

"Here."

"Oookay? I'm taking it.. look.." I say, slowly taking the box from it's hand. "Here's my card."

I show the allowance card to the robot, which scans it in a second and the screen on it's chest turns green, confirming my "payment".

It's not payment really, it's not money. It's just a fake number put in a card mandated by the government to every human beings. All these subsidized goods, food, and market that's run here, all of it exists for us lowly-allowance-carders (as they call it). "Exchange anything of value, using this card!" They said in the broadcast. It's all a facade.

I reach home and enter, my sister is on the couch. "Here." I say, throwing the box at her. "That's it, I've done my favour. I've paid you back for saving my ass that day." I say, with a stern look.

"Whaaaat? No wayyyy... you think a single errand is going to end me catching you jacking off??" she looks at me, all giggly, with that evil look.

I know the look on her face, the look that says 'I've got you on a chokehold and you have nothing you can do about it'. And it HAD to be her who could walk in! Fuck! I was dead the moment she saw.

"And jacking off to my best friend's photo, too! Like first of all, EW, that's disgusting, bro." She says, landing on the couch. I try to ignore her. "And second of all, she was RIGHT in the house, couldn't you, like, wait for her to go away?"

I ignore her and lock the main door behind me.

"If I didn't stop her from entering behind me, you'd be known as the creep of the town, hahahahaha" She laughs at her own joke. "OMG I should totally tell her! It'd be so funny, I'll be like 'Jessica! LOOK My brother was stroking his meat to you!'"

"Stop!! Don't do that" I say, my voice cracking.

"Like, ew, so disgusting. Scum of the earth" She says.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay, you shouldn't have seen that, but you know what, it doesn't matter what I do in my own room, it's kinda your fault that you didn't knock!"

"Oh-! So is it still my fault if I had let Jessica see it too?"

"NO! No... no.. that's not what I mean.. like.. uh..!! I don't know, I fucked up okay? I admit it! And I've done your chores for you, like, for a month! Can we just forget it already? Like cmon..."

"Oh, I wish I can forget it, if I had the chance I'd wash my eyes with acid that to remember your tiny dick popping in my eyes everytimg I look at you!"

"T-tiny!?? It's not, it's.. I'm.. 4.5 INCHES!!!"

"Tiny! Tinyy!" she taunts at me, pinching her fingers close together.

"FUCK!! I hate you so much!" I spit out. Oops. Big mistake. "I mean, I hate that you had to see my dick, as my sister... you know.."

She gasps, that turned into an exhuberent laugher "Okay, bro. I don't care if you hate me. Listen here, you little shit. Jessica is going to be here for the weekend. She's visitng me for her masters, and she's gonna be living here, for what, a week until her dorm is sorted out."

"Oh.."

"And I want you to SHUT THE FUCK UP, and don't pull what you did, it's so embarassing for me to watch my little brother jack off to my friend, and MORE embarassing for me to HIDE it from her, you understand?"

"I won't.. I won't.." I say, flabbergasted.

"I don't really trust you. Here, open this." She throws the box at me, the box that I just bought.

"What's this"

"To keep your hands tied from your meat. Ever heard of a chastity cage?"

I know chastity cages, I've seen them on TV and blogs, they put them on prisoners who have been aggressive and well, convicted of SA.

"What! You want me to lock myself up!? No way! What am I, some sexual offender???"

"It's gonna prevent you from being one."

"OH MY GOD, sis, you really think your little brother is a rapist!? What the fuck? I am appalled, how do you go from jacking off... to... THAT??"

"DO YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THE LAUNDARY?" She says. The blood from my face disappears. "JESSICA'S PANTIES? DID YOU FORGET?"

"I... I.."

"You think I didn't know? That you sneaked that night to the laundary and stole her panties...?" She says, "It was obvious really, you really thought you were sneaky, putting it back or whatever, but dumb little shit, you put it in the wrong basket. With the ones that we're already washed!"

"......"

"I had to cover up for THAT, too, so shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear anything. You're gonna put that on, for HOWEVER long she's gonna be in town."

I didn't know she found out about that. She's probably right, I am a scum of the earth. "O-okay..." I muster up. I had no courage to look her in the eyes.

"Put that on and give me the key."

"The key? Why? I'll keep it."

"Give. ME. the. key. I want to hear none of it."

"Okay, I will.." I say, walking into my room. With tears in my eyes, I look at the box, it's duct taped multiple layers. I wipe my eyes and pry open the box.

I can't jack off, for like, a couple days, so what? I tell myself. Just until Jessica leaves. It's okay. Thinking about jessica got me a bit excited. I was semi-hard. But the shame took me out of it. "Maybe I should jack of one las-" KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Geez, what's taking you so long? Where's the key?" My sister yells from the other room.

"Oh? Uh.. give me like five minutes, tops." I muster.

"No, I want it done in two. I have to go pick her up, fast." She says.

"WHAT? She's coming NOW? Like NOW NOW?"

"Yesssss I don't have timeeeee, so shut it. Fast. Give me the key!"

"O-okay," I say. The box has it's open art cover. It's a pink silicon cage.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

I have no time to look at it. The fear alone made my dick shrivel.

I quickly take it out, and find my way inwards. The shaft first, then the balls, carefully, over the ring. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK "Are you doneeeee?"

"One second!"

I then take the cage and put it towards my shriveled penis. It fits easily, "What happens when it grows back?" I think for a minute. No time. I then stumble upon the key, my hands shivering, I lock it in. The lock is unusually big? Or not? I don't know about these cages. The key was pink, looked a bit robotic? should I put it? I don't know man.

I put the key and CLICK. Locked? Huh? I didn't even turn it, I take out the key, the tightness still didn't go. It's locked already?? I pull it. Nope.

"DONE????????" Sis yells behind the door.

"Uhh? y-yes?" I say, if it's not locked, that's fine too. I think. I put on my pants back and head to the door and open. She's right there. With her hands wide open. "Key."

I place the pink key on her hand. She closes her fist and puts it in her jeans back pocket. "Show me."

"What?"

"Show me your cage" She said. "I wanna check."

Am I dead? I don't know if it locked properly? Shit. "Uhhh..."

I slowly remove my pants just enough to show her. I'm so embarrassed I can't even look at her.

She reaches for it. Pulls it HARD. "Oh SHIT!!" I screech. She wiggles it a few times. "Okay good, it's locked!" She says.

"Y-yeah.."

"Alright imma go get Jessica." She turns, so casually, and slams the door on the way.

"Careful with the key there..." I say, I don't think she heard it.

What have I gotten myself into??? It's okay, it's only for a couple days.