How to Use A Chastity Cage With Keyholder Pt 2

2.a: A verbal contract
I had the best night’s sleep I’d had in weeks, or maybe months. But it only took a few seconds after I woke up for the memories of the night before to come flooding back to me, and I nearly freaked out.
Getting fucked by a stranger in the bathroom of a gay bar was one thing. But having to make that walk of shame, nude except for the chastity cage on my cock, and present myself to my friends was something else.
Truth be told, they all thought it was hilarious, and they mostly treated me to some good-natured ribbing. But after the laughter stopped, the intensity in my friend James’ eyes as he watched me get dressed was something else. “Welcome to our team,” he said quietly, as if he was going to follow that up with something else. But otherwise, he was silent, for now.
They insisted on buying me a round, so I actually hung out with them for a little longer, but after that I had made my excuses and headed home. Maybe it was just the afterglow of being properly fucked, but I quickly fell into that deep and contented sleep.
As I remembered more details of the night before, I made a sudden move to grab my phone, and I opened the photo gallery. And there were the pictures that the guy who had fucked me had taken with my phone: I was nude, bent over a toilet in the gay bar’s bathroom, and quite obviously freshly fucked, with slick lube smeared around the bottom of my buttocks. In one of the pictures I was twisting around and looking back the camera. The expression on my face was… oblivious somehow. And totally satisfied. It was the face of a guy who was craving more...