His honey-brown eyes finally met mine. "Oh, Cesar, I'm so sorry." It was the first time he'd called me by my name. "I'll pay for the damage out of my paycheck. Just tell me how much it is."
I waved my hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it. The vendor's replacing it for free. And who's to say it wasn't already damaged when it arrived?"
"Yeah, but it was probably me who damaged it."
"Probably," I said, smirking. "But it's all good."
He nodded. "Okay. Well, again, I'm really sorry. I'll be more careful next time."
"Morris, ya gotta learn to relax. Nobody's upset with you." As I handed him the box with the damaged motor, his fingers brushed against mine. He flinched as if he'd been stung by static electricity.
"Right. I'll try to relax more." His eyes traveled to the chastity device on the counter. "Is that one of those Chinese finger traps?"
I laughed and held the shaft piece up. "Do you wanna put your fingers in and find out?"
He eyed me warily. "Probably not."
"It's cool. Um, no, it's not a finger trap. But you're in the right zone. It's a trap for your dick. A chastity device, or a cock cage, as some guys call it. We're testing out a new style."
"Do you, um..." He leaned in closer. A tuft of curly chest hair peeked out from his collar, and I could smell the woodsy aftershave on his skin. Old Spice, if I wasn't mistaken. Over the years, I'd become a bit of a connoisseur of men's scents. "Do you mind telling me how it works?"
I smiled so wide, I must have looked like the big, bad wolf. "Well, it's a new style that's been 3D printed using nylon. A lot of chastity devices are either metal or some type of hard polycarbonate. This one is both soft and firm, so it's supposed to be more comfortable."
"Have you ever worn it?"
"Nah, not this one. It's fresh from the box." I held up the black ring piece. "You put this over your dick and balls. It's like a cock ring, really. That's sort of the base. And you see this little tab here?" I pointed to the pin at the top center of the ring. "You attach that to the shaft tube." I held up the black cylinder. It had vents cut long-ways down the top, bottom, and sides of the shaft piece, which connected to a bulbous head for the glans. There were more vents at the tip and an open slit in the center. "You pee through here. Or cum, if you're able to. But that's unlikely."
He licked his lips. "What, uh... What would make a person want to wear that?"
"Submission. Impulse control. All sorts of reasons. The cage keeps you from getting hard. And you can't jack off or anything while you wear it. But some guys, like if they're really into bottoming, can still come from getting fucked."
Morris coughed and cleared his throat. I think he choked on his saliva. "Excuse me." He took a second to compose himself. "That's pretty interesting."
"Go ahead and touch it if you want. Like I said, nobody's worn it."
He took the shaft piece in his hand and rubbed his fingers down the smooth material. Then he pinched it, testing to see how much slack it had.
"Oh, can't forget the most important part." I held out a small lock and a double set of keys. "This lock goes through that tab piece on the cock ring. Holds it all together and keeps it nice and secure. You need a key holder. Someone who gives you permission to take it off. Otherwise, there's not much point."
He furrowed his brow. "So you haven't worn this one, but you've worn a different type of these, uh, cages?"
"Just to test out how it feels. I'll try anything once." I leaned closer as if I were sharing a deeply guarded secret. Morris leaned in closer too. "The thing is," I said into his ear, "I prefer to be the key holder."
His cheeks flushed red. He set the pieces back on the counter and patted them. "Well, this has been educational."
"Always happy to answer any questions you have." I raised my arms and put my hands behind my head. It was hot that day, and I was wearing my favorite loose-fitting white tank top. Morris tracked my movement and fixated on the black tufts of hair in my armpits.
"I better get going." He collected the motor from the counter and scanned the return label barcode. The scanner sang a melodic beep.
"See you next time," I said.
Morris, the Mormon, had just provided yet another fantasy for my spank bank. First, I'd convinced him to get on his hands and knees so I could explain the fuck machine. Then, he'd inspected a cock cage with genuine interest. Maybe there was a kinky side to this guy that I hadn't picked up on.
It was almost time for my lunch break, so I figured I'd head into the employee restroom and bang out a big one while thinking about him locked up and deprived in that restrictive cock cage. Throw in the image of him getting plowed by the fuck machine, and I nearly came on command.