The mother of invention

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The mother of invention

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The end of another day toiling at a dead-end job. Another commute.

Fred turned the corner of the street and noticed a police car outside of his house, lights flashing, with a few of his neighbours standing around. He was pretty sure he'd not broken any laws (well, excluding jaywalking... and who counts that?) so why would the police be here? He rush up and attempted to reach his front door when we was stopped by a uniform
"Sir, this is a crime scene; you can't enter here"
"But this is my house!"
"Oh; you are Mr Bloggs? Mr Fred Bloggs?"
"That's right"
"Please wait here a moment, sir."

The uniform signalled to one of his colleagues, who walk across and they conferred. He then turned back to Fred.
"I'm sorry to inform you, sir, that there has been a break in. One of your neighbours reported it. We've just got here. What we would like you to do is check your house and determine what items have been taken"

In a daze Fred complied... he didn't really have much worth taking; he never kept cash in the house and his jewelry wasn't worth more than a couple of hundred bucks.
Most of his posessions were in computers, DVDs and the like. The CDs were on the floor, as were the DVDs. It wasn't immediately obvious if any had been taken; that'd require more checking. The books were untouched. His jewelry was missing, much good would that bring the thieves. A cheapo chromebook was missing. The TV... the microwave.

A few hours later the police had finished their job; fingerprints had been taken, crime scene photos obtained; Fred had a card with contact details to report any future losses he'd found. And a warning that there was little chance the thieves would be caught.

He sat at the kitchen table staring blankly into space. That's when he noticed the kitchen timesafe was missing. Presumably the thieves too it, hoping there was something valuable inside. And that's when he started to worry. His hand went to his crotch and felt the metal cage that was there, and wondered how he would remove it.

Over the years Fred had played with various chastity devices. He'd built up quite a collection. Two days ago a new metal one had arrived. This was the smallest he'd ever worn and, unique in his collection, the locking mechanism was embedded into the device. Other cages had a padlock that could be cut with bolt cutters, but not this one. And the key was in the kitchen safe. The kitchen safe that was missing.

Various ideas ran through Fred's mind; could he used the bolt cutters to cut the metal cage itself? The cage portion wasn't too thick, but he'd still need to cut the rings trapping his balls. He had a cock ring of roughly the same thickness, so he tried with that; no luck. It was just too thick, and there was too much risk of catching the skin of his penis while trying it. A Dremel cutting disk? Fred shuddered at the thought of anything spinning that fast that close to his flesh.

"Let's order another cage;" he thought; "It'll take 2 weeks to arrive, but I can survive that long." But a quick look on Ebay showed the vendor no longer existed.

"I can survive this. These cages are common on Ebay and probably have the same key; I'll just order from another vendor." To increase his odds he ordered a number of cages of different types from different vendors. Surely one of them would work!

Almost as if on a schedule, the first of Fred's new purchases arrived. The key looked about right, and went into the lock... and would not turn. Over the next week other cages arrived, but all with the same result. Fred's plan was correct; all those keys were identical, showing a large re-use of locks. But, for some reason, his cage was locked with a different key.

At this point he'd been locked up for over a month; the longest he'd ever worn a cage. He was running out of ideas. The thought of spinning disks still worried him, but was no longer an impossible option.

A flash of brilliance! Lock picking! Amazon next day delivery and Fred had a lock pick set, and a test padlock to learn on. It only took minutes to open that lock. A took a few hours to learn how to open a Master padlock. A few days to open an Abus lock.

And the picks were too large for the lock on his cock.

It's now been six months and Fred is still locked. And he's not too worried about it, any more. He's got used to it. He forgets the cage is there most days. It's become part of his body.

He's started a new business, though; he's now a certified locksmith and has a store on Main Street. He knows enough that he could drill out the lock, but he doesn't feel the need. It's a reminder to him of how life can turn around. The break in that caused his key to be taken has led to new skills being learned and a new career path.
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