Clothes Maketh The Man — Part 19.

I stared down at the unforgiving steel cage that now encased my penis. My trousers were around my knees, and I stood staring in the full length mirror in the bedroom, my mouth hanging open.

“Oh my god!” I gasped. How the heck was I going to explain this to Mandy? She was expecting me to perform for her in just a few minutes. My compressed shaft was barely an inch long in the fiendish device. This wasn’t a good look for me. It wasn’t a good look for anyone, come to that.

I shuffled towards the kitchen to the cupboard where I kept a few household tools.

“This is madness,” I muttered, fumbling around with the cheap tools. Where the hell does someone get something like this? What warped mind thought it up. With a pair of pliers in my hands I tried to find something to tug at that might yield. Nothing did.

I stopped and stared at the device. It was shiny steel, and there was a keyhole, but otherwise the mechanism was entirely sealed. A strong ring encased my balls and a steel sleeve compressed and sealed the shaft of my penis. Again, I questioned what sort of lunatic would create such a device, and in what universe would it be a good idea to let something like this fall into the hands of a lunatic like Devina?

In just a few short minutes Mandy would be expecting me to show up at her place…