The Black Resin Incarcerator

Wayne's morning coffee tasted like ash as he shifted uncomfortably in his desk chair. The black resin cage wrapped around his cock felt impossibly tight, a constant reminder of what Amber had locked him into the night before. Every micro-movement sent waves of frustrated sensation through his confined shaft.

"You look tense," Amber observed, appearing at his cubicle with that predatory smile he'd grown to crave and fear in equal measure. Her fingers drummed against his desk as she leaned over him, her perfume making his head spin. "Sleep well?"

Wayne's face burned crimson. Three months of after-hours encounters in supply closets and conference rooms had led to this moment—complete surrender of his most basic freedom. "You know I didn't."

"Good." She straightened his tie with deliberate slowness, her touch sending electricity through his body. His cock strained uselessly against the unyielding resin, the dual-lock mechanism ensuring absolute captivity. "Conference room B in five minutes. Bring the Henderson files."

The morning meeting was torture. Every time Amber spoke, Wayne felt his shaft press desperately against its prison, the square opening allowing just enough room for his flaccid state but denying any hope of real arousal. She caught his eye across the table, her tongue darting across her lower lip as she delivered her presentation.

Lunch was worse. Amber cornered him in the break room, pressing her body against his as she reached for coffee creamer behind him. "How does it feel?" she whispered in his ear. "Knowing I hold both keys, knowing you can't touch yourself no matter how desperate you get?"

Wayne's breathing grew ragged as she ground subtly against him. The cage felt like molten steel around his aching cock, every pulse of blood a reminder of his helplessness. "Amber, please..."

"Please what?" Her hand slid down to cup him through his slacks, feeling the outline of his imprisonment. "Please unlock you? Please let you come?" She squeezed firmly, making him gasp. "Not a chance."

By evening, Wayne was a wreck. The constant pressure, the inability to adjust himself, the maddening awareness of his confined state had him trembling with need. Amber appeared at his desk as the office emptied, her jacket slung over one arm.

"Overtime tonight," she announced, her voice carrying that commanding edge that made his knees weak. "Just you and me."

She locked the office door behind the last departing colleague, then turned to face him with hungry eyes. "Strip. I want to see how my property is holding up."

Wayne's hands shook as he shed his clothes, revealing the sleek black cage that had tormented him all day. Amber circled him like a predator, her fingers trailing across his skin.

"Perfect," she purred, gripping the cage firmly. "Tomorrow will be even better."

• Material: ABS Bio-Sourced Resin
• Color: Black, Clear
• Cage Dimensions: (Inner Length, Inner Diameter) 4.02", 2.68"
• Weight: 145g
• Ships with: 2 Securing Pins, 1 Cage, 2 Locks, 4 Keys