Amanda reached into the pocket of her robe and produced an inch diameter titanium ring that she had a jeweler friend make to her specifications for moments just like the present. Its cross section was slightly elliptical to allow it to contain very delicate tissues without harming them, and it had a clever concealed hinge on one side and a locking mechanism on the other that was sealed by a tiny key she carried on a fine metal chain around her slender neck. She reached down and snicked it around Erik’s scrotal root, turned the lock, and stood up to triumphantly announce,
“The bad behavior of very naughty boys all seems to stem from that poisonous chemical their nasty little balls love to secrete, namely dihydrotestosterone. And if they aren’t trapped as we have them now, the little miscre
