The city sidewalk buzzed with life as James shuffled awkwardly next to his girlfriend, Lily. The thick, crinkling padding between his legs was impossible to ignore, his every step producing a soft shhh-shhh beneath his jeans. Nobody else seemed to notice, but to him, it was deafening.
Lily, effortlessly confident in her tight sporty top and ripped jeans, swung the keyring around her finger—his keyring. The tiny silver key to his chastity cage glinted mockingly under the afternoon sun. She smirked, watching him glance nervously at it every few seconds.
"You're being extra twitchy today, baby," she cooed, leaning in with a wicked grin. "Worried about something?"
James swallowed hard. "N-no, I just—"
Before he could finish, Lily accidentally let the keys slip from her fingers. They clattered onto the pavement, skittering dangerously close to a storm drain.
"Oops!" she gasped, pressing a hand to her lips in exaggerated shock. "I dropped your keys, honey!"
James's stomach clenched. He instinctively lurched forward, but—
"Ah-ah!" Lily snapped her fingers, halting him mid-motion. "Remember the rules. No touching your special things, remember? Not your diaper, and certainly not the keys."
His face burned crimson as he froze, utterly helpless.
Lily tilted her head, feigning sympathy. "It would be truly terrible if we lost them, don’t you think?" She nudged the keys with her sneaker, pushing them even closer to the grate. "But, oh well… it's not like your little friend would be of any use anytime soon, right… baby?"
His cock throbbed pathetically in its cage, desperate for touch but denied even the relief of friction against his thick diaper. He whimpered.
Lily crouched down, scooped up the keys—then peered thoughtfully into the storm drain as if considering dropping them for good.
"You know…" she mused, "maybe we should come back tonight. If you really want them, you can crawl down there and look. Unless…" She glanced toward a nearby janitor pushing a trash cart. "Unless someone else takes them first."
James's breath hitched. "Lily, please—"
She silenced him with a finger to his lips. "Shhh. No begging." Then, grinning, she stuffed the keys into her back pocket—making sure he got a full view of her perfectly rounded ass in the process.
"Let’s go," she purred, patting his padded crotch teasingly. "Mommy wants ice cream, and someone needs to hold it for her… with his mouth."
With that, she sauntered off, leaving James shivering in humiliation—and, despite everything, achingly hard in his cage.
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