The bedroom felt colder tonight. Door wide open. Corridor light harsh—white and unforgiving. No shadows left to hide in. Ramesh and four others stood just inside—pants open, dicks half-hard, eyes fixed on the bed. Phones up again—recording silent. Beer bottles on floor—fresh ones this time.

Karan held the small metal chastity cage in his hand—cold steel, tiny lock, ring tight for balls. He looked down at the bound figure on the mattress—naked, wrists cuffed to headboard, ankles spread wide by ropes. Cock already hard—throbbing from anticipation. But tonight—no release.