Bad Boy's Chastity Lock and Key

The *click* echoed through Beverly's vineyard office like a gunshot, freezing Eugene mid-stroke as he watched her through his laptop screen. Three thousand miles separated them, but that sound—sharp, final, unmistakable—might as well have been a chain wrapping around his soul.

"There," Beverly purred from her desk chair, holding up the small stainless steel lock she'd just snapped shut around nothing but air. "That's the sound that's going to change your pathetic life, Eugene."

His cock throbbed painfully against the steel cage he'd locked himself into twenty minutes ago, following her precise instructions. The metal felt cold and unforgiving, a perfect prison that left him aching and desperate. Every slight movement sent the cage pressing against his confined flesh, a constant reminder of her control.

"Do you hear that click in your dreams yet?" Beverly asked, setting the lock on her desk where the camera could capture its gleaming surface. "Because you will. Every night, you'll remember that sound—the moment you became completely mine."

Eugene's breathing grew ragged as she picked up an identical lock, turning it slowly in her fingers. The afternoon sunlight streaming through her office windows caught the polished steel, making it flash like a promise and a threat.

"This one's for when you disappoint me," she continued, her voice taking on that edge that made his caged cock strain uselessly. "When you forget your place, when you think you can make decisions about your own body. *Click*—and you're reminded who owns that worthless dick."

She demonstrated again, the sound sharp and decisive. Eugene groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as the cage bit into his swollen flesh.

"And this sound..." Beverly picked up a key, sliding it into the lock with deliberate slowness. The mechanism released with a softer but equally significant *click*. "This is the sound of mercy. Of reward. Of me deciding you've earned the privilege of my attention."

Her fingers moved to her blouse, unbuttoning it slowly while Eugene watched helplessly, his cock weeping pre-cum that had nowhere to go in its steel prison.

"But that sound—the unlocking—that's rare, Eugene. Most of the time, you'll only hear the first click. The one that takes away your freedom." She leaned closer to the camera, her breasts spilling from her open shirt. "The one that makes you mine."

*Click*. She locked the mechanism again, and Eugene's world narrowed to that single, devastating sound and the merciless steel wrapped around his aching cock.

• Material: Zinc Alloy
• Color: Silver, Bronze
• Ships with: 1 Barrel Lock, 2 Keys