The Black Gatling

Bruce's hands trembled as he stared at the sleek black device Frances held between her fingers. Six months of progressively smaller cages had led to this moment in the museum's empty restoration room, where she'd cornered him during his lunch break.

"I don't understand how it's supposed to work," he whispered, glancing nervously toward the door. "Where would everything... go?"

Frances smiled that predatory smile he'd grown to crave and fear in equal measure. "That's the beauty of it, Bruce. Your cock disappears completely. Flattened against your body like it barely exists."

The thought sent electricity through his spine. For months, she'd been training him, each new cage smaller than the last, his cock adapting to tighter and tighter confines. But this? This was something else entirely.

"Strip," she commanded, her voice echoing softly off the marble walls surrounding ancient artifacts. "Now."

Bruce's fingers fumbled with his belt, his semi-hard cock already responding to her tone. The restoration room felt suddenly intimate despite its clinical lighting and scattered pottery fragments.

Frances knelt before him, her cool fingers wrapping around his shaft with practiced efficiency. "You're already getting hard, and that won't work," she murmured, then took him into her mouth with deliberate slowness.

He groaned, his hands instinctively reaching for her head, but she pulled away immediately. "Don't move."

She worked him expertly, bringing him to the edge twice before stopping completely. His cock deflated in frustration, exactly as she'd planned.

"Perfect," she purred, lifting the flat resin cage. The lightweight material felt warm from her touch as she positioned it against his groin. "This is going to change everything."

The device pressed his cock flat against his pelvis, the sensation utterly foreign and intensely arousing. She selected one of the rings, sliding it behind his balls with clinical precision.

"How does it feel?" she asked, though her tone suggested she already knew.

Bruce looked down in amazement. His cock had essentially vanished, compressed into nothing more than a slight bulge beneath the sleek black surface. "Like I don't have a penis at all."

"Exactly." Frances stood, brushing dust from her knees. "You'll finish your shift like this. Every step will remind you that your cock belongs to me completely."

The lock clicked shut with finality, and Bruce realized he'd crossed into entirely new territory.

• Material: Medical-grade Nylon Resin
• Color: Black
• Cage Dimensions: (Inner Length, Inner Diameter) 0.39", 1.44"
• Weight: 84g
• Ring Dimensions: 1.65", 1.77", 1.89", 2.05"
• Ring Shape: Irregular Circle
• Ships with: 4 Snap Rings, 1 Cage, 1 Lock, 2 Keys, 1 Lock Pin, 5 Disposable Coded Plastic Locks