Chapter 7
On the way home, I stopped at my local TrueValue and bought a pair of bolt cutters. It was probably overdoing it but I wanted the thing off.
As I walked the aisles and checked out with my one purchase, I was certain that everyone was looking at my crotch and laughing at me behind my back. I hated to think it, but I sort of liked the feeling.
I didn’t get hard—I couldn’t—but the feeling of having a humiliating secret that no one else knew about but could be exposed at any moment...
I wanted that feeling forever.
I took the bolt cutters home, but I didn’t use them. The twenty-five bucks I spent on the cutters was more than worth it, though.
Instead, I inspected the cage my c**k was locked into. A little effort and a little research told me I was wearing a Jail Bird and the c
