"Sure. You'll stay nearby, though?"
I stood and walked toward the door. "Yeah, I'll stay right outside here."
As I stepped into the hallway, I heard him standing up from the bed and shuffling around. Then the sound of his zipper teeth spread open wide as he pulled his pants down.
A minute or so passed, then I heard sighs of frustration.
"Everything okay?" I asked through the door.
"No. I still can't get the darn thing on."
I fought back a giggle about the way he refused to curse. "What can I do to help?"
"Well, I'm wondering..."
"Yes?"
"Can you come back in, please?"
"Sure." I opened the door to find the Adonis-like specimen of a man standing before me. He was holding his shirt up to reveal abs that formed a perfect V-cut, which dipped down into a full bush of curly brown pubes. His shorts were down at his ankles. He had a pronounced tan line that ended just above his kneecaps.
"Do you think I should masturbate?" he whispered like it was a four-letter word.
"How long has it been for you?"
He looked up into the air, counting the days on an invisible calendar. "Fifteen, I think."
I whistled. "Ah, man. I bet all it takes is a breeze to set you on edge."
"Something like that," he said. His tone was light, but I could tell he was fighting back deep sexual frustration.
It was difficult to ignore the sight of his cock. The head pressed against the end bulb of the cage. He appeared to be semi-hard. He must have succeeded at getting it part of the way on before it plumped up.
"Masturbation might be a good idea," I agreed. "Get your rocks off, and then you can probably slip it right on. Lube will help, by the way."
"With masturbating or with putting the device on?"
"Both," I said. "Most guys use lube to coax the device to slide on easier. Otherwise it can stick to the skin and cause friction, which will just arouse you more. And then yeah, lube is always great for masturbation."
He took a deep breath and let it out. "You said you'd help me, right?"
I stepped into the room and closed the door. "Of course. What do you need?"
A darkness seemed to fall over his face. "You said earlier that pretty much anything goes here?"
"Yes." I studied him, wondering what he had in mind.
"Well... I guess a sin is a sin in the eyes of the church. I might as well go for broke."
"I'm not much of an expert on sins."
He kept the ring positioned around his balls and cock but pulled the tube-shaped cage off his shaft, which was growing harder by the second. "Maybe you could put it in your mouth?"
"Maybe I could." I inched closer to him. "Let me ask you, is it the orgasm that's a sin or the ejaculation?"
He shook his head. "What's the difference?"
"Well, I'm just wondering if it's the pleasure you feel guilty about, like that you did something that brought you sexual relief. Or is it wrong that you're spilling some tadpoles?"