"What about the key?"
He pulled out the key and handed it to me. I checked that it fit in the groove, made sure that it popped open and released when I inserted it. Then I locked it and tested the process a second time. It was good practice to always make sure a key was working properly before locking up a guy's cock.
"Everything okay?" he asked.
"Yep, all good. Do you want to show me how you're putting it on, or do you just want to talk a little?"
He forced a laugh. "You're like some sort of sexy therapist." He cleared his throat. "Sextherapist, not sexy, I mean."
"Can't I be both?"
He smiled and nodded. "Let's just talk for a minute."
"Okay. Uh, let's start with your goals. What are you looking to achieve through chastity?"
"I want to prevent myself from masturbating."
I pursed my lips. "Got it. So, are we talking for a few days, a few weeks?"
"As long as I can."
"Uh-huh. And how frequently do you masturbate?"
Morris bit his lower lip. "I try to abstain as long as I can. I usually make it a week or two. Sometimes three, if I'm really busy or just focused on other stuff. Eventually, it feels like I'm so full that I'm gonna bust. So I give in. But then I feel bad about myself, and the cycle starts all over again."
"So, ideally, you wouldn't masturbate at all?"
"Ideally, no." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I was taught that masturbation is a grave sin. Sex is just supposed to be for procreation."
It was difficult to resist the urge to break into a lecture about how harmful those beliefs were. But I managed to smile and nod like a puppet.
"That's what makes chastity so appealing to me," he continued. "I thought if I could be locked up, I could resist those urges."
"And you've never had sex?" I asked.
Morris looked down at the ground. "A few times, yeah. With guys I met online."
I raised my eyebrows. "Guys, huh? I'm guessing the churchreallydidn't approve of that."
He shook his head. "That's why I had to leave the church. I just couldn't suppress my urges."
"Here's my two cents, if you want it."
He looked in my eyes with earnest curiosity. "Absolutely."
"I can't guarantee you'll never masturbate again. Your religion might say it's wrong, but nature takes a different view. I'm not trying to be rude or disrespectful here, but you feel what you feel."
"I get that," he said evenly.
"Your body does need to clean out the pipes from time to time. So go easy on yourself if you can't keep this on forever." I squeezed the chastity device in my hand. "This is a form of play. It isn't a permanent fixture on your body."
"I appreciate what you're saying, and I'll try to set realistic goals for myself."
"Good." Softening my tone, I added, "And I'm flattered that you trusted me enough to share your story with me."
"Thanks for hearing me out."
I handed the cage, lock, and keys over to Morris. "Sure, any time. I'm a sexy therapist, remember?" We smiled at each other. "Do you want me to leave you alone in here so you can put it on?"