Being caged isn't really new. We've played with it off and on for years. But just with plastic and silicone cages. Today I'm in a fairly heavy steel cage and have been for most of October (out for a couple of doctor's visits and 4 days of surgery and recovery). I'm constantly aware of it's presence and it's giving me a strange feeling of comfort and serenity that I've yet to come to grips with mentally. At 82 I seldom get steel-rod hard (or even just plain really, really hard) and even fewer opportunities to use it. But that doesn't prevent nearly daily oral satisfaction for my partner. And giving her that screaming, moaning pleasure gives me more pleasure than I thought possible. Another aspect of this to deal with mentally. What a puzzling, exciting, and strange adventure.
Age doesn't matter when it comes to sex. The cool thing about being chaste is also that in the end not the "stupid cock" is relevant, but the dirty thought. And thoughts are independent of age and all other infirmities.
After 10 days in my cage, I told my wife that I had a feeling of serenity and comfort from wearing it 24/7. Then I did something that she felt needed punishment. She removed the cage except for the ring, made me walk around naked for the weekend, totally ignored my cock...except to remind me to ALWAYS SIT on the toilet, and kept asking for comfortable and serene I felt. I begged her to put me back in my cage all weekend. She finally did this morning. It's really strange how this is affecting me.