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…