The Keyholder
"I can't believe we're actually going to do this," muttered Rowan as he looked down at the chastity cage and the silver key on its necklace in front of him on the table. "We are actually doing this right?" Joe shrugged in that infuriating non-committal manner of his and grinned at his friend, "If you actually want to take care of Connor, then I guess so. Unless you have a better idea?" Rowan shook his head. That was the problem, he didn't have a better idea. Everything else they had tried so far had ended up with him getting thumped. Still resorting to magic seemed a little... wacky. He looked down at the chastity cage in fascination, running over in his mind the information Joe had told him so far. The cage was enchanted. Once installed into would transform whoever had it on into a submissive, weak, small dicked beta-boy. The plan was to put it onto their bully Connor and turn him from the dangerous Alpha he was, into a pathetic nobody. ...