Chapter Ten
Formula Darwin
I tapped on the thing, realizing the mechanism she had fitted on my genitals was among the ingenious types I had modeled a couple of months before. I tapped the cage again, experimentally, like a bad boy would tease a chimp behind a glass cage at the zoo.
Sure enough, I was in a rakishly styled PT 7.0—a top of the line device for ensuring comfort and penile security.
I drew the covers back, to get a visual. We all looked at it together, although Vivian and Marsha looked more at me than the device, which they had already seen, having been the ones who had installed it in the first place.
Like the p***s-conforming PT 6.0, the PT 7.0 mimicked the contours of a normal though exceptionally large p***s. It featured a clear plastic cage and anchor ring. The quality
