“Bend over and open your legs,” said the man.
Hansel did as he was told. The man had a small steel ring, hinged on one side. He fastened it around Hansel’s balls, leaving his c**k free. When closed, the ring snapped shut. There was a key to open it again, which the wood-cutter dropped into the pocket of his breeches. The ring made a close-fitting steel collar around his scrotum. It wasn’t tight enough to be painful, but it was secure, and Hansel was to find that he was constantly reminded of its presence, of his captivity, and the s****l servitude which he was condemned to.
The collar had a small link hanging from it, which the man now padlocked to the chain. The other end of the chain was padlocked to a large iron ring set in the side of the house. Hansel was chained up like a dog, able
