This is part 2 of Vegas Ang’s Story, a forum member who joined earlier this month. We had two phone interviews which I recorded and took furious notes. Great story, please feel free to reply to her thread in the introductions forum to thank her for sharing. If you haven't read part one, you should start there.
A few weeks after ordering a cage, a package arrived at the door. Addressed to me with an international China Post label on it, George set on our kitchen counter. I arrived home and he pointed to the box which was addressed to me. Neither of us regularly receive packages from China so we both knew exactly what was in the nondescript box. I quickly opened the box and pulled out the nice purple velvet pouch and shiny stainless steel cage.
I assembled and disassembled it a few times and I could see George eyeing it intently. I could tell that he was every bit as curious about it as I was. The cage was new and interesting, exciting new experiences don't happen too much at our age. I noticed his interest and handed him the cage. He toyed with it a bit before I motioned to his crotch area and told him to try it on. George turned and started walking to the restroom I grabbed his wrist as he turned and said, "no way, I want to see you do it". He bent over and started fumbling with it.
For those unfamiliar, the cages have a part that goes around the testicles and then another part that goes over the penis. Those parts come together and are met with a padlock. George fumbled with trying to fit the pieces on his pieces until he started to get erect and had to take a break. We laughed a bit, this wasn't easy! On attempt two, George got the ring on and pushed the stainless steel cage over himself and finally was able to hold the pieces together. It was pretty impressive for a twenty dollar piece of hardware. I handed him the lock, and he looped it through the cage allowing him to remove his hands and admire it too. We looked at each other and laughed, both of us knowing exactly what the other was thinking. What on earth are we doing?
George has his penis in the cage, the lock was dangling but not shut on his shiny new stainless steel cage. I suggested that he snap it shut, he laughed and said it was fine just the way it was. He pulled his pants over the cage to see how it would look with clothes. In doing so, he must have knocked the dangling lock from the cage and the cage crashed onto the tile floor. Again, we laughed and looked at each other. George tried once more, this time he snapped the lock shut although he kept the key tightly in his possession.
Once more, George pulled his shorts over his cage and we both commented that it was no wonder we hadn't noticed anything with Rodney. This thing was mostly invisible. I walked over to the couch and George followed, but with a metallic clanking noise when he walked toward me. Again, we laughed and looked at each other. I removed an elastic hair tie from my hair and handed it to George, who put it around his lock. The hair tie seemed to hold it tight enough that the metal clanking sound from the lock went away. We were to meet some friends for lunch, I asked George to wear it to lunch, he politely declined and we put it away for the day.…
