testing out a chastity cage followed by what happened next

It all began in the area where I reside. We frequently organized events like strolls, theater shows, game nights, and so on. These gatherings always happened in small halls. I have always insisted that men should use standing urinals. A man must be able to pee while upright; if you don’t, you aren’t really a man. That was my baseline position. Perhaps not everyone agreed with me, but that’s just who I am. One day, an article about penis cages caught my attention. Because I like testing things out for myself, I started wearing one at home occasionally. Eventually, I decided to wear it during one of those hall evenings to see how it worked in practice. Unfortunately, when the time came, I couldn’t use the urinal and had to sit down instead. No big deal since there are other ways a man can relieve himself while seated. On another occasion, I felt like wearing it again that evening because I enjoyed my previous experience with it. Later on, I needed the restroom yet again and headed for the sitting toilet this time. There was only one stall in the men’s room, and its lock wasn’t working properly. It didn’t bother me too much since there weren’t many people around, so waiting would be quick. Just then, someone else decided to use the same toilet and opened the door. He saw me right away but quickly turned back, seeming pleased that he hadn’t been spotted doing something unusual. He asked no questions that night, and we went home. The next time I was hesitant about putting it on because of that incident, but my resolve won out, so I wore it again by now being a month later or more. So at the next toilet break, I sat down once more, this time lucky enough for the lock to work. Afterward, as I left, the guy who had turned away last time wondered why I wasn’t standing like a proper man should. Had something changed? he asked. I told him that reading up on it showed me sitting is healthier and involves less cleaning effort for whoever maintains the facilities. Then he mentioned seeing some metal around my penis previously and if this was related. At that point, I felt caught off guard and paused to think of a reply. I said I would explain more later when we got home, buying myself time to gather my thoughts. He nodded in agreement. As we continued walking, he asked me to slow down so I could elaborate: yes, it was a penis cage—a type of sex toy—that I had read about and wanted to try. Since he wasn’t familiar with them either, he accepted this explanation, and off we went home. The next time they met up again, he came first while I followed second. He asked if I still wore the device, noting that he’d done some reading since then. Confirming that I did, his curiosity piqued regarding who held the key because he knew these devices often come with locks and keys. I replied that my house kept it safe. Since we were friends within our social circle, he requested to inspect the lock closely along with retrieving the key. We agreed to go to my place afterward where I could demonstrate everything. He asked if he might keep the key for a few days since it was Friday evening leading into the weekend. Knowing him well and being open to trying this arrangement, I handed over the key. The plan was that he’d return it on Sunday at his convenience. Curious as I am about when exactly he would do so. This marked my very first time sleeping with the cage locked in place overnight without getting out. At first settling into sleep took some adjustment because of the device, but eventually, it worked. However, after a few hours, I woke up feeling like my penis wanted to expand but couldn’t quite manage it. Also had that urge to pee so went back to the toilet before attempting slumber again. This cycle repeated over several hours until 6 AM when staying in bed became impossible and I headed out for a walk. Waking up early on a weekend isn’t ideal if you planned to sleep late, but since we agreed upon this schedule, it was my dilemma. Hoping night two would go smoother than the first. During daylight hours though, wearing the cage wasn’t particularly bothersome. Evening arrived bringing anticipation for Sunday when I could see about that key and free myself. The second night proved just as troublesome, perhaps even worse with waking nearly every hour—a real nuisance. Longed desperately to have possession of the key soonest possible. Requesting it earlier than planned didn’t help because he wasn’t home on Saturdays. Sunday morning brought another 6 AM wake-up call which frustrated me since I usually rest until 9 AM on Sundays. Once again, out for a walk to clear my head and stop by the bakery for fresh bread along the way. Throughout Sunday, frequently checking the mailbox hoping against hope that delivery would arrive swiftly allowing uninterrupted sleep once freed from confinement. Around 7 PM (or slightly earlier) finally received news via bus route indicating success in retrieving freedom! Excitement surged as anticipation mounted towards liberation moment upon arrival home prioritizing much needed rest above all else despite being relatively early hours. Apologies for any language imperfections herein since English isn’t native tongue yet benefited greatly from assistance tools like Google Translate.