How to Use A Chastity Cage With Keyholder

Author’s note: This story was written while I was self-locked in chastity, and the locations are loosely inspired by real locations that I have been to with friends. This is otherwise a work of fiction which involves accounts of some things I haven’t done (yet!) so hopefully it mostly rings true. Your comments and constructive criticism are more than welcome.
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It was day sixteen and once again I was checking the chastity website to see if it would give me the combination to the realtor’s lockbox in my closet. The lockbox held the keys to the chastity cage locked around my cock and balls. As I refreshed the site, my cock was attempting to get hard in its pink plastic cage and yet again I wondered which I wanted more – to be released or to be locked up for longer.
bzt bzt bzt
The vibrations of my phone pulled me back into reality. I tapped the screen and saw it was a message from my friend James.
“going out drinking wth the boys wanna come out?”
Part of me didn’t want to go out. Social activities felt a little weird while I was locked up, and besides thinking that everyone could see an unusual bulge in my pants, I also felt super-conscious that because with the cock cage on I had to use sit down to pee – and someone might think it was weird that I wasn’t using the urinal. I realized this assumed people spent more time looking at my crotch and analyzing my bathroom habits than would ever happen, but that didn’t reduce my insecurity.
Still, I could use a drink, I thought to myself. And a distraction from checking the chastity site every ten minutes. “Sure thing,” I texted back, and we made arrangements to meet up.
There was another layer of awkwardness...