Premium Polished Finish Chastity Padlock

I've never really thought about padlocks before. Not until now, sitting on this cruise ship deck, watching the sun set over endless water. Roy, that's me – thirty-four years old and suddenly obsessed with locks.

There are so many kinds. Big brass ones on storage sheds back home. Tiny silver ones on jewelry boxes. Gold ones on expensive luggage. Black combination locks on gym lockers. I used to walk past them all without a second thought. Just functional metal things keeping stuff secure.

Bikes chained to posts. Cupboards in offices. Tool boxes in garages. Gates on fences. All locked up tight, waiting for the right key or combination to set their contents free.

But there's one type of padlock I never considered until six months ago. One that doesn't secure property or possessions. One that secures flesh.

The steel cage wrapped around my cock shifts slightly as I adjust in my deck chair. The weight of the polished padlock hanging beneath it reminds me constantly of what I've surrendered. Not to some faceless security system, but to her.

Denise appeared at the ship's bar three nights ago like something from a fever dream. Tall, confident, with eyes that seemed to see right through my carefully constructed facade. We were strangers then. Hell, we barely know each other now. But when she looked at me, really looked, she saw something I'd been hiding from everyone including myself.

"You're wound too tight," she'd said, sliding onto the barstool beside me. "Like you need someone to take control."

I'd laughed nervously, but she wasn't joking. Within an hour, she had me confessing fantasies I'd never spoken aloud. Within two hours, she was leading me to her cabin. Within three, I was naked and trembling as she produced the steel cage from her luggage.

"I travel prepared," she'd explained, her fingers working me into the unforgiving metal with practiced efficiency. The click of that padlock closing around me was like nothing I'd ever experienced. Final. Absolute.

Now I understand what padlocks really represent. Not just security, but power. The person holding the key holds everything that matters. They decide when. They decide if. They decide how long you'll ache and strain and beg.

The polished steel catches the last rays of sunlight as Denise approaches my chair. She's wearing that predatory smile again, the one that makes my confined cock throb uselessly against its metal prison.

"Ready for dinner, Roy?" she asks, her fingers trailing across my shoulder.

The padlock sways gently as I stand, a constant reminder that I belong to her now.

• Material: Zinc Alloy
• Color: Gold, Silver
• Lock Dimensions: (Length, Width) 1.49", 0.78"
• Ships with: 1 Padlock, 1 Key