Page 46 of Not Safe For Work
“Yeah. It’s a…cock cage.”
“And its purpose?”
He swallowed. “Cock and ball torture.”
“Precisely.” I ran my finger along the strap, letting the steel rings clink together. “You ever worn one before?”
He nodded. “Not that exact type, but…close.”
“Good. So you know they’re a little inconvenient?”
“You could say that.”
“Well, since you snickered at the meeting while Marie gave me shit”—I held up the cock cage—“on Thursday morning, before you leave for the office, I want you to put this on.”
“On…on myself?”
“Well, unless you think Dion would hold still.”
Rick snorted, but then he shook himself and stared at the cock cage. “I’m… How does…”
“Want me to show you?”
He shot me a wide-eyed look, probably wondering if I was joking.
I undid the strap. “Might be easier if you dropped trou.”
Rick blinked.
I nodded toward the floor.
He eyed me. “You’re serious.”
I held his gaze. He held mine.
Gulping, he reached for his belt.
I stopped him with a hand on his wrist. “Just fucking with you this time.”
“Asshole,” he muttered.
“What was that?”
“Nothing!”
“That’s what I thought.” I held up the device. “It’s actually easier than it looks. Dick goes through the rings, strap goes around your balls.”
“Jesus.” He grimaced. “That sounds comfortable.”
“Well, I wouldn’t wear it to the gym or anything, but it’s not that bad.” I handed the cage to him. “Put it on Thursday morning. And I want proof that it’s on.”
“I don’t imagine we’ll have much opportunity for an inspection at the office.”
“No, probably not. But smartphones are good for some things.” I gestured at the device I’d just given him. “I want that one, and I want photographic proof by nine o’clock Thursday morning.”
He chuckled. “You do realize you’re asking me to send you a dick pic.”
“No.” I arched my eyebrow. “I’m telling you to send me proof that you’re doing as you were told.”
His smile vanished, and his Adam’s apple jumped.
“Are you protesting?”
Rick shook his head. “No.”
“Good. Then I’ll expect a text from you at nine o’clock.”
He stared at me. I was about to ask again if he was objecting, but then he gulped, nodded and whispered, “Nine o’clock. Got it.”
This was going to be fun…
