This is a continuation of the previous post entitled Starting Out. You probably want to catch up on that one if you haven't already read it.
So we left off with him waking up at 4:30am and I could hear him jiggling the keys and removing the cage in the bathroom. The next morning came and I didn't say anything about it. We ate our cereal and coffee together and I asked how he slept. He laughed a little bit and said that he woke up with his daily morning wood and had to take it off because it was uncomfortably tight.
I laughed a bit, knowing in the back of my mind that this is something he would be getting used to very soon. I asked if he liked knowing that I was in charge sexually. He sheepishly said that it was in fact pretty hot. I asked him to try it on again, he looked at me as if to see if I was serious and I nodded in approval. He left for a few minutes and came back with a noticeable bulge in his boxers. I scooted my chair close to his and gave him a big hug. I told him how much I appreciate him being willing to try new things and do fun kinky things together.
It was Sunday and the day's activities were to include some tasks around the apartment and not much out in public but I figured that it was a good time to start getting him acquainted. It was about that time that my mom called me and asked me to run some paperwork about my dad (who had recently passed) over to her. I didn't have much going on so I agreed and hopped in the car. I was about halfway to my mom's place when I felt my pocked and realized that I had grabbed the keys to the cage off the table as I left the apartment. I giggled to myself.
About an hour later while I was chatting with my mom, I received a text message asking if I had the keys. About ten minutes later, I stepped away from the conversation with my mom and texted him a photo of the keys with the caption "these?". He replied back, I could tell he was happy that they weren't lost but uneasy that he didn't have them in his possession. I told him that I'd be back soon and he seemed relieved.
I got back a couple hours later and outstretched my hand with the keys and withdrew my hand right as he was about to grab them. I asked him how long he could go without touching himself. He replied and said he could go as long as he wanted to go but he didn't want to have it locked up. I bet he couldn't go two days locked up. He said he wouldn't have a problem but he had to work the next day. I shrugged my shoulders and asked why sitting at his desk would bother him any more than sitting on the couch would. He got visibly uncomfortable. I could tell that he didn't like the idea of playing our little game in the outside world. I shrugged my shoulders and said, I didn't think you could go for more than a couple hours without touching your "little guy". It's alright I said, most guys can't. …
