Chapter Forty-Two
Houses become sparse, trees and fields of green dominant the roadside. Traversing the countryside there finally comes a fence of white, the driver slowing to turn through an open gate. Onto a gravel road, a right hand slips over the console, finding my inner left thigh then gliding to my scrotum and the metal mesh of my cockcage. By rote I part my knees to accommodate, cursing myself for my obeisance. The woman senses my compliance and smiles, first gently rubbing my testicles then tugging at the cage in testing. Her touch feels good... firm and masterful but good.
“Certainly won’t fall off. Yes, you’re well under control Mr. Peters. I’m told some males feel better that way... having their libido subject to another’s whim. It that true? Is that the case with you?”
“It’
