One Choir Boy

She watched the boys file out onto the stage, all 133 of them. It was her job. It was her responsibility to make sure they were well presented, their clothes and hair were neat and nothing looked wrong or out of place before they were broadcast to the nation.


As they walked past her, she scanned each one, top to toe in less than a second, and if anyone wasn't quite right, she would pull them to one side and make a last minute adjustment to their appearance before they finally walked out from the side wings onto the stage. She took great pride in her job and enjoyed the responsibility of it.


But as the choristers, ranging in age from 16-19 years walked past her, she was making additional observations, almost subconsciously.


She watched the performance from a screen backstage, so she could see how they looked from the public's view. All was well, but she had her eye on one of them. 


As they came off stage to a standing ovation, she caught the arm of the one she had chosen, and remarked, "I'll just see you for five minutes in my room if you have time before you leave?" He was overwhelmed with the response of the audience and didn't really care less where he had to go or what he had to do. He smiled and said,' Yeah, sure.'


When he arrived, the room was silent and empty, quite unlike before the show when it was brimming with noise and activity and crammed full with people. He wondered now what she could want just him for, but he wasn't worried. 
She was sat down, and motioned to him to take a seat beside her. It was relaxed and informal and she commented how well the song had gone down. He agreed and said how excited he was about tomorrow's final.


At this point, she lowered her voice slightly, and said, I noticed at one point you had a bit of a bulge showing, and let her eyes explain where she was referring to. We don't want that on tomorrows live show do we when there will be millions viewing.. Especially with you on the front row!


He felt his face immediately flush red, and he laughed nervously and with surprise. He hadn't expected her to say that! Had he really? He wasn't aware, or hadn't noticed, how embarrassing that she had!


It's ok she said, reverting her voice back to normal, and easing his embarrassment. What we do us we use one of these, and she leant down to a drawer and took out a clear piece of specially molded plastic. He raised his eyebrows, somewhat shocked and bewildered. "You just pop this on before you go onstage and it makes sure it doesn't happen while you are out there, just holds you in place, to save you any embarrassment. I'll show you how it fits."
She stood up so matter of factly, and as if it was so normal, that he went along with it. "Just undo these for me." She touched his jeans and he dutifully undid them. 


As she eased his boxers down he felt aroused slightly, but she made the situation easy. Just stand for a minute, and I'll put it on for you, just so you know how it works. She continued to chat light heartedly with him. After a few minutes of distratcting chat she observed he had become soft and placed the cock ring on him, then the locking pins, spacer and cage, then a padlock!


"What are you locking it for?" he laughed, nervously.. "It's just to make absolutely certain it doesn't slip off at all. Just to put your mind at rest and give you confidence. Lots of tv personalities wear them. It just saves them from another worry while they are presenting." It sounded feasible and he believed her.


"Now, do you think you can remember how to put it on tomorrow, or was it too complicated?", she asked.
"Erm"....he thought. But before he had chance to say any more she spoke.
"Look, just leave it on, it's no problem. Then you don't have to concern yourself with it. It's on already."
"Leave it on until tomorrow night?" He was alarmed. She laughed kindly, and explained how he would sit to urinate, and that if his cock tried to get hard, it might feel a little odd at first, but it would just do it's job and hold him in place. It would give him chance to get used to it and then he would know it would really work for him. It would be reassuring he wouldn't have the same embarrassing problem tomorrow.


"After the performance, just call into here and I'll take it off for you."
Ok, he thought, that sounds good.
"Should I take the key?", he asked. "No. I wouldn't want you to lose it! I keep all the keys here, just for safety." Again, he accepted with ease what she said as she showed him a drawer with a little tray of keys in.


He left her room, and as the door closed, he thanked her and said goodbye. 


He wondered as he walked down the corridor what a bizarre world he had entered. Who would ever have thought this sat at home watching tv... but it all sounded acceptable, and he believed her every word. In fact, he was quite pleased at being the one she had had to give extra attention to. All the boys had fancied her, and it was him who had just spent almost half an hour in her room. He felt a little excited, and as he did he felt his cock try to get hard in the plastic cage. For a moment he really began to panic, but the cage felt reassuringly safe, just like he was being held, and he quite liked it, and the panic soon subsided.


The next day, after the performance, he reported to her room to have the device taken off. It had felt quite nice wearing it, kind of special, but he was ready now for it to be removed. He knocked politely on her door, but got no reply. He waited a while and then, tentatively, he opened the door and walked in..


She wasn't there, but he saw a note left on the chair where he had been sitting the day before.


"Had to dash off early. So sorry. I wont be back til Monday, but don't worry. I have taken the key with me so it wont get lost."


Oh, God. Two more days until Monday! Why hadn't she just left him the key?   Where had she gone to in such a hurry? What if she didn't get back on Monday? 
He hurried into the toilet and began trying to pull the device off. It moved around slightly, but there was no way it was coming off. No way at all.


Ok, ok, calm down, he thought to himself. He had no reason not to trust her, and she had to be back here for work on Monday. He could wait that long. It would be fine. He would manage. He would have to!


But this time as he walked down the corridor and away from her room, he wondered if there was something more to this than just protecting him from embarrassment on stage. Perhaps she just didn't want the key to be lost. She was really looking after him.


The weekend went by incredibly slowly. There were minutes that seemed to last forever. There were times when his cock tried to get hard and strained against the plastic that surrounded it, but he was used to this sensation now, and it scared him less. There were times when he just wanted it off so badly he didn't know what to do with himself, but he distracted himself, and, at long last, Monday did arrive, and he wanted this thing off!


He arrived at the studios at just gone 9am. He walked quickly down the long corridor that led to her room, desperate to make sure she was there and that this tight plastic was at last going to be taken off him. He felt heady with apprehension as he knocked on her door, and felt such relief when he heard her say, "come in".


She was not alone. She was working, busy and the room was filled with chatter. He wondered how she was going to remove it. She handed him a slip of paper and said, "I'll have to catch you later, I'm so busy just now". He could see she was, and there was no way he was asking her just now about the key.


He left the room heavily disappointed, but opened the slip of paper as he walked down the corridor. It read, I finish work at 5pm this evening. Be waiting outside for me. Outside? Odd!


He was beginning to feel frustrated with her excuses, but had no other option than to be there waiting for her at 5pm.


He was so horny, and so wanted to relieve himself. He knew he'd cum in an instant when this annoyance was taken away and he could touch himself. Oh, to be able to touch himself. He was so ready for it!


He was there at 4.30pm.. waiting..


He paced up and down feeling the heavyness of the plastic between his legs.


Eventually, he saw her.. It was 5pm and she was walking towards him. She looked stunning. Her long slightly curly hair bounced on her back and around her neck as she walked, and he felt a tightness in the plastic cage that indicated he was attempting to get hard, but was being prevented, yet again. But, how was she going to remove this thing with the key in her room at work?


"Hi", she said, "the key is at my house still. I forgot to bring it back into work. I'll drive you home and we'll call at mine so I can take it off". He was so pleased! Everything was clear now. He got in her car and they drove to her home, chatting, and he noticed how well they got on and how much he was enjoying her company.


When they arrived, she took her coat and bag straight through to her bedroom. "Come through", she called. He followed, feeling slightly awkward, but she was so at ease with him, it all seemed very natural. She must do this all the time, he assumed. This time, she undid his trousers, and he was a little unnerved when she pulled them right down to the floor. His cock pulsed and made the cage lurch forwards in excitement at the thought of finally being free.


It will be easier if you lay down she said. He sat and then layed back on the bed, and she took the key from her table and removed the device. Oh the relief! His cock immediately got hard and he lifted his head as if to quickly pull up his trousers and hide it. But she put her hand on his shoulder and placed him back slowly, but firmly on the bed. She gave a gentle smile, and layed beside him, and without saying a word, touched his desperately hard cock. 


He was taken aback. What was she thinking of? But she looked at him, straight in the eyes while she continued to touch him and he felt awe-struck by her. It felt so good to be touched that he just wanted her to carry on.
He had never even had a girlfriend, and had never been intimately touched by hands other than his own. For a woman more than twice his age to be doing this felt very naughty, but he liked it.
They lay on the bed, gazing at each other, as she sensually touched him, not quite fully wanking him, but sufficiently arousing him. It had never, ever felt this good before. 
His breathing got a little heavier, and she began to talk to him.
"There. Does that feel good?" she asked. "Yes." "Would you like me to carry on?" "Yes please," he said, and she did.


She asked him, "did it feel nice at times while you had the cage on you? Were there just moments when you actually enjoyed it being there, holding you, in a comforting way?" He didn't think he had really enjoyed it at all, but the way she described it had reminded him of moments when it had felt ok, reassuring. He could tell from the way she asked that she wanted him to say yes, and so he said, "yes, there were moments.."
She stopped stroking him, and he wondered why. She layed a little closer to him, with her head propped up on her hand, looking intently at him. "Say you liked wearing it," she asked him, and she rested her hand back on him, but didn't stroke. He was desperate for her to continue, and so he whispered, just to please her, "I liked wearing it". She stroked  him, and it pleasured him immensely, "keep saying it", she told him, and so he did. There was no harm in telling her he thought, if it made her happy, and she continued stroking.


He chanted it like a mantra "I liked wearing it", and as he spoke, he actually started thinking he had quite liked wearing it - knowing that he was waiting for her to attend to him, and the secrecy of it. Yes, he had! And as he chanted his mantra, her grip on him tightened and she rocked her hand in time to him chanting. As she noticed his eyes close, and she felt a tightness inside her hand, she let go.


Oh no! He was just about to orgasm. Why had she stopped? "If you want to cum, you have to say, "Please put my cage on again for me", she told him starkly. He couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. He didn't want it on again,and for what purpose - there were no more shows in the coming week,  but he did want to cum more than he could ever imagine. "I don't really want it on again", he protested, as she took hold of her grip and began again. "You have to say it if you want to cum", she repeated. She was so kind, and he could feel the warmth in her eyes as she looked at him, he so wanted to please her and make her happy, and he knew that agreeing to this would make her happy. As he got close to orgasm, she repeated it, but the reality of wearing it again took over, "I can't say it", he said, and she released her grip. 


He moaned in disappointment at being so close to an orgasm, but not being allowed the final pleasure. What was he to do? Surely, he could just say he wanted to go home now and she would take him. But, he didn't want that. He didn't want to be a let down to her. He wanted to cum, he wanted to make her happy, and with these thoughts in his mind she began again.


The intensity was amazing, the whole situation of being so young and inexperienced with such a wonderful woman, he was overwhelmed by it all, and as he got close to orgasm, he said with all loss of logic, "Please put my cage on for me again", and with those words she leant towards him and kissed him, he experienced the most intense orgasm of his life. 


While he was layed, overwhelmed and exhausted, he barely noticed that she was at work, cleaning him and replacing the plastic fitting over his now soft cock.


As he got his breath back, he looked down and saw it was once again padlocked into place. He felt a little downhearted, but she held her hand on his cheek, lovingly, and said, "you have done so well. We know you can do 3 days, so we will do 4 days next. When 4 days are over, I will take it off and let you cum again". He wanted to cum again already! He had no idea how he would manage 4 days! "I can't do that long". "You can," She reassured. "I am here to help you."


"This has nothing to do with being on tv, does it?" he questioned her. He realised now, seeing her pleasure and control of him that he had entered a totally different game. She smiled at him, and that was sufficient to answer his question. She held his hand as they lay on the bed, and strangely, he didn't feel scared or worried anymore. He quite liked it, and he was so looking forward to 4 days time when she would be taking it off again for him. It was just a game...


Later, when she had taken him home and he lay on his bed contemplating all that had happened, he wondered where on earth this was ever going to end. What if she made it 5 days, and then 6, 7, 8.....?


He was scared, but excited, and at this particular moment, really didn't care. 


He just knew he wanted to make her happy more than anything else in the world.