Accidental Product Tester - part 1 (Patreon)

Accidental Product Tester.

My name is Denis, and I work at a sex store. Yeah, I know, weird place for a guy to work, right? The thing about those adult stores is they’re mostly run by females, something about seeing a hot girl behind the counter makes people more likely to go inside, makes the girls who want to go in feel less threatened and the guys are more willing to talk sex stuff if there’s a hot girl inside to talk to.

The only problem with that approach is, you do get the occasional creepy guy who makes the girls feel a little uncomfortable. That’s where I come in. My job at the sex store was a pretty simple one. All I did was count stock, restock shelves, clean up and any other general dogsbody type work.

Basically I was paid mostly just to be there to make the girl I women I worked with feel more comfortable. If a creepy guy tried to get a little too friendly, I would calmly make my presence known to scare them off. I earned decent money for doing so, too. I’m not exactly a huge guy, but I’m pretty tall and keep myself in relatively good shape. Usually my presence is all that’s needed, I never have to actually get physical with anyone.

Depending on what day of the week it was, I worked with one of two girls. There’s the more fun-loving Gwen. A twenty three year old blond who had a friendly face and was easy to get along with, if you didn’t mind the teasing. Gwen was a slim, attractive girl who kept herself in good shape and insisted on wearing tight leggings and tops as though she was always on her way to or from the gym.

Then there was the slightly more frosty Serena. She was an all black wearing, red haired goth girl. The annoying thing was she was incredibly hot! I found it difficult not to stare at her ass as she almost always seemed to be wearing tight, leather or ‘pleather’ pants that accentuated her wide hips and round cheeks. I knew she had caught me staring more than once. In fact, that’s where my problems begin….

This particular Monday I was working with Serena. She was a little older than my twenty five years. I put her at about twenty eight, twenty nine. I walked into the main store to see her mouth-watering ass pointing right at me as she bent low over one of the shelves of restraints.

“Serena?” I called to get her attention.

She straightened up and turned around quickly. “Staring at my ass again, Denis?” She said, accusingly.

“No, I literally just walked in.”

“Mhmm, sure. Did you need something?” She asked.

“Yeah, I just unloaded a couple of boxes of those new rabbit vibes. Did you want any to go out on display straight away or…?”

“No, just unbox them in the back for now. I’ll check them myself before I put them out.”

“Sure thing.”

Before I got back through the curtain into the store room, Serena called. “And stop staring at my ass!”

I bit back my retort and went to unboxing a bunch of vibrating toys…..such is life.

A while later…

“I thought I told you to stop checking out my ass.”

“I wasn't!” This was a lie. Serena had just shown a young couple out the door after helping them with their purchase, and I had watched her ass swaying along with every step. As the door to the shop closed, she had turned around and caught me, for about the third time that day.

“Ya know, I thought you were supposed to be here to protect us from creeps, not so you can perv on me yourself.”

“I’m sorry, okay. Maaaaybe I looked at your ass once or twice, but I'm not perv!” I said.

“But you admit that you were looking at my ass?”

Dammit. I sighed, there was obviously no point in denying it. “Yes, that time I was looking.”

“I knew it! If I catch you one more time, I swear I'll report you as a weirdo to Rebecca.” Rebecca was the store owner, an older and more experienced woman who only appeared every now and then to check how things were going. It was Rebecca's idea to bring me in, so if Serena did report me to her, I knew I would be in trouble.

“Okay, okay. No need to go running to the boss. It won't happen again, scouts honor.”

—

It happened again. I didn't even realize I was doing it. Serena was leaning over the counter near the register as I exited the stockroom. Her ass in the tight pants caught my eye straight away and I was hooked. I couldn’t see what she was doing on the counter but her hips were idly rolling side to side, her butt swaying in a type of slow, alluring dance. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to-

“You fucking did it again!’

She had spun round quickly, catching me off guard. Quick enough that I had to think she knew I was there.

“What?! I mean…I wasn’t…”

“Don’t try to lie to me, Denis. You’ve been back there for half a minute at least and I told you what would happen if I caught you again.”

Shit! “Hey, hey, no need to go nuclear on me. You don’t have to take this straight to Rebecca, we can talk about it.” I had an easy job, minutes away from my apartment that paid me enough to live comfortably, I really didn’t wanna lose it right now.

“I’m sick of you creeping on me. Think I want you walking around here all day with a half a boner in your pants because you’ve been ogling my ass.”

“Look, I didn’t mean anything by it, honestly, it just catches my eye sometimes, I can’t help it. What can I say, I’m an ass man.” This didn’t feel like the right thing to say.

“So you basically just admitted that you’re not going to stop perving on me or my ass?” Serena said, staring at me with daggers in her eyes.

“I mean….If you think about it, it’s really a compliment on you.”

She stared at me for a long moment before speaking again. She took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. “You’re supposed to make us girls feel safe, but instead you’re almost as bad as the creeps who come in here. But, Rebecca does insist on us keeping a guy around….” She was clearly thinking it over.

“Right, better the devil you know?” I said, hoping she would realize it would be better not to rat me out to the owner.

“....Maybe you’re right. I’ll try to think of a way to make this work.”

“Yes! Thank you! I swear whatever it is, I’ll listen and try my best.” I said, thanking her.

“I haven’t decided how to proceed yet. Just come in tomorrow and we’ll see if I can come up with a solution that works.” She said no more about it for the rest of the day, and I didn’t want to annoy her further by pressing for more info. I also didn’t want to get caught staring again so I deliberately stayed in the back as much as I could.

I said a polite goodbye as we closed up the shop for the day then I headed home.

The following day, Serena was already in the shop before I got there, the shutters were up and the door was open, so I assumed she had been here a while.

“Morning. You got here early.” I said, greeting her as I entered.

“Yes. I needed a little extra time to prepare something.” She replied.

“Prepare what?”

“Our solution to your little perving problem.” I wasn’t sure if I should be relieved or worried. On the one hand, it sounded like she hadn’t called Rebecca to report me, on the other, I had no idea what her solution would be.

“Umm, okay. Did you come up with something? Something that doesn’t involve telling Rebecca anything?”

“I did. But I’m not sure you’ll go for it.”

“Try me.”

“Okay, but before I do, remember you said you’d try to make this work, and it’s either this, or you’re out. Got it?”

“Yep. Got it.” I replied, quickly.

“Great, then here you go.” She lifted a small cloth bag up from beneath the counter and dropped it on the countertop between us.

I heard the sound of metal clinking around as the bag was dumped in front of me, but I had no idea what was inside. “What is it?”

“Just open it.”

I pulled the string on the bag and emptied the contents onto the counter, shocked and confused at what I saw. “This is a bunch of chastity cages.” The bag contained a few different sized chastity cages and rings, I’m guessing they were from some old, unsold stock.

“Well done.” Serena said, sarcastically. “You seem to have an amazing grasp of the things we sell in the store where you work.”

“Ha ha. But why are you giving me these? Do you expect me to wear one?”

“I do. See, this way I’ll at least know that you’re safely locked away while you’re perving on my ass all day.”

“I already told you I don’t look at your ass all day.”

“Yeah, and you also said that you can’t help looking sometimes. So it’s clear you’re not going to stop staring, at least this way I won’t have to see you’re little chubby in your pants. And I’ll feel safer knowing that you can’t try anything funny while I have the keys to your, ahem, manhood.” Serena had moved from slightly frosty to certifiably insane.

“I am not wearing a damn chastity cage, and even if I did, I wouldn't trust you with the keys!” I said, pushing the contents back into the bag, out of view.

“Fine, then I’ll just call Rebecca and tell her that the guy she hired to help out is more of a creep than the customers.” Serena pulled out her phone to add to her point.

“Oh come on, there has to be something else I can do.” I pleaded.

“It’s this, or nothing. Come on, don’t be so panicky about it. Just put the cage on, wear it for your shift, then I’ll give you the key back at the end of the day. It’s really not that big a deal. If anything, I’m letting you off easy.”

“Easy?!”

“Yeah, or were you planning on going to jerk off in the middle of your shift? Is that why you take so many bathroom breaks?”

“Fuck no! I told you I’m not some weirdo and I damn sure don’t jerk off while I’m at work.”

“Then it’s really no big deal. Now are you putting on the cage or am I calling Rebecca?”

I thought about it for a long moment, what she was proposing really didn’t sound like such a big deal. If I only had to wear the cage while I was at work, then what was the problem? It’s not like I needed access to my cock while I was working.

“Okay, I’ll try it.” I said, giving in and taking the bag from the counter.

“Good choice. Now hurry up and find one that fits before we open.”

I disappeared into the bathroom with the bag and fished through until I found a ring that would fit comfortably around my cock and balls. With that in place, I found the matching cage in a small or medium size, she hadn’t given me a large…

The cage that fit the best was a medium, steel cage with a built in small barrel lock. I inserted the lock into the barrel and turned the key, giving the cage a few tugs to make sure it was secure. It was. I remember the model from when we had it on shelves and it was supposed to be incredibly secure. I never thought I’d be getting a first hand look.

—

“Well? Did you find one that fits?” Serena asked as I emerged from the curtain back into the main store.

“Yeah, It’s on.” I said, glumly.

Serena surprised me by stepping forward and cupping my steel encased package with her hand. “H-hey!” I said, slapping her hand away and jumping back as my cock tried to harden at the ‘almost’ contact.

“Sorry. Just had to check to make sure you weren’t trying to pull a fast one.” She held out her hand, palm up. “Keys?”

I thought about arguing, but knew there was no point, so I dropped the keys into her hand. “Good boy. I’ll look after these until the end of the day. I feel safer already.” Serena made a show of turning around so her near perfect ass was pointed right at me, before sliding the keys into a back pocket. “There, now you can keep an eye on your keys while you work. Now go change the outfit on the mannequin’s, Rebecca wants the latex on display for a while.”

“Right, sure.” I was trying to figure out why my cock was trying so hard to get hard while I watched Serena drop my keys into her pocket.

Sure enough, I watched her ass swaying as she walked away with the keys to my cock pressing against her ass.

Now, believe it or not, I never actually got hard while staring at Serena, or any girls, ass. Sure they were nice to look at but I didn’t randomly pop a boner just from seeing a nice ass. But on this day, every time I caught a glimpse of Serena’s ass, my cock would twitch a little. Then I would be reminded of the cage, and it would twitch more.

What was worse, she seemed to be giving me more opportunities than ever to ogle her behind. She was constantly bent over something or leaning over the counter. And was she showing more cleavage than she was when I first got here?

Whenever she wasn’t dealing with a customer, Serena would make a point of joining me in the back and helping me sort through stock and redress the mannequins. This was especially weird because usually, she never came to help me with anything.

As we were trying to reattach the arm of the female mannequin after we had squeezed it into a shiny latex vest top, I asked her what was up. “What’s with all the help today? You almost never come back here to help me out.”

“Wow. Here I thought I was being nice.” She replied.

“Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate it.” I said, quickly.

“Well I guess I’m just impressed that you’re trying so hard to rectify your little problem that I thought I would do something nice. But if you’re gonna complain then I’ll just-”

“No, no. Not complaining. Just wondering.” Okay, the laces on her lace-up vest top were definitely a lot looser than they were before we opened up. Her cleavage was right in my field of view as we reassembled the mannequin. And did she just accentuate the word ‘hard’?

When we were done, she stretched her arms above her head, pushing her generous cleavage out, pulling my gaze to her chest. My cock tried to harden again.

“Umm, thanks.” I said, snapping myself out of the stare.

“You’re welcome. And I saw you staring at my boobs, by the way.” She turned and left, sashaying confidently out of the stock room, leaving me watching her ass bounce away from me, my chastity keys in tow. “And now you’re staring at my ass again.” Did this girl have eyes in the back of her head or something?

When the work day was finished and we were both about to head out, Serena said something that surprised me. “Great work on those mannequins today. They’ll look great when we put them in the window.”

“Okay, you have never complimented my work once in all the time we’ve worked together.” I said.

“Ugh fine. Is it really so hard to take a compliment? Here’s your keys. Take the cage off at home, clean it, and make sure it’s locked back on tomorrow.” She said, tossing the keys at me and stomping out of the shop. Did that comment really offend her that much?

—

I masturbated that night…..almost as soon as I got home, in fact. My cock hardened to full mast before I had even got the cage all the way off.

I cleaned the cage up the next morning and locked it back on before I headed to work. When I got there, Serena held out her hand and asked for the keys. I handed them over and once again she cupped my encaged package with her hand to ‘make sure’ before we got started for the day. Again, she was constantly bending or leaning over. I didn’t know if it was my horny mind playing tricks on me but I could swear she had added a little extra sway to her hips as she walked. Surely I was imagining it though, right?

At the end of the second shift in chastity, she said goodbye and made to leave. I had to stop her before she left. “Serena?”

“Yeah?” She asked, one foot practically out the door.

“My key? Please?” I held out my hand, blushing a little at having to ask for the keys to my cock.

“Oh right!” She gave herself an exaggerated slap on the forehead. “Almost forgot. Here.” She pulled the keys from her back pocket and tossed them to me. “Enjoy.”

How could she forget something so important? I thanked her for the key and left the store. The next shift, the pattern repeated. I locked myself in chastity, gave Serena the keys, worked my shift then went home to pleasure myself.

Serena was deliberately placing herself right in my line of sight through the day, like she had gone from calling me out for staring, to actively encouraging it. Or maybe it was because she suddenly felt a lot safer now that my cock was locked away. Either way, glimpses of her cleavage and long, unbroken states at her ass became like a reward for my being in chastity.

I knew she caught me staring more than once, but she never mentioned it, in fact she was a little warmer than usual.

I settled into the routine for a couple of days, having the cage in place for a little over eight hours a day seemed a fair trade for keeping an easy job. At least it did until one Thursday.

I was in the back, counting up some obsolete stock for write off when Serena came bursting through the curtain. “Denis! there's an emergency, I gotta leave.”

“Oh shit, really? Everything okay?” I asked.

“I'm not sure, I just called Gwen, she's gonna come down and fill in for me but you're gonna have to watch the counter till she gets here. I gotta go. See you later.” And she was gone, as quickly as she came and before I could say anything. I heard the loud chime of the front door, signalling that she had left.

I hoped everything was okay with her…..for about ten seconds, then I remembered…

“The key!” I rushed to the front door but she was gone, I don’t even know which direction she headed in, plus I couldn’t leave the store unattended if I did.

I cursed myself as I slumped back over the counter and waited for Gwen. I had no idea where Serena lived, nor did I have her number or any way to contact her really.

Gwen arrived a little while later, her usual happy self came bouncing through the door to save me from any more awkwardness with the customers.

“Hey there, bet you're glad to see me.” Said Gwen on her way in.

“Don't flatter yourself.”

“Aww, why so glum, chum? You know working with me is better than dealing with old frosty.”

“Actually Serena has been okay this week.” I replied, rather uncharacteristically.

Gwen narrowed her eyebrows, clearly surprised to hear me say this. “Seriously? I mean I know you like checking out her ass but I’ve gotta be better than her.”

“Marginally.” The report between me and Gwen was much more natural than with Serena, it was easy to talk to her, much easier to get along with her. But right then, all I wanted was to see Serena again so I could get my key. “Actually, do you have her number? She said she called you.”

“Yeah, had an emergency and had to run out. Why do you want her number? Don’t tell me you two are best buds all of a sudden.”

“No, no. Nothing like that. She just….forget it.” There was nothing I could say to Gwen that wouldn't prompt more questions, questions I didn’t want to answer.

Gwen gave me a strange look. “Hmm, don't worry, I'm sure if you miss her soooo much you'll see her again on Monday.”

My eyes widened at the realization. Monday. Today was Thursday. Serena didn't work Friday or Saturday, and we didn't open Sundays.

Fuck!

I was distracted for the rest of my shift, I didn't usually ogle Gwen like I did Serena, our relationship was much better and we were good friends, but something about wearing the chastity cage had my horny senses going crazy. I found myself staring at her well toned thighs as she worked, my cock twitching occasionally as my mind wandered to erotic thoughts.

Something about knowing I wouldn't be able to masturbate when I got home had me wanting more, and the denial only served to turn me on more.

“Hey! Cut it out.” Gwen snapped me out of my reverie. “I'm not Serena you know.”

“What-oh shit, sorry. I wasn't staring.”

“Pfft, yeah right. It's cool, I like how my ass looks in these pants anyways.” She actually stood up on her tiptoes and stuck her butt out a little.

“Stop that!” I said quickly, not needing any more visual stimulation in that particular moment.

“Stop what? You were the one staring at it.”

“I wasn't staring!”

“Dude you were totally staring.”

I gave up the argument and headed to the back to carry on working. I did steal a few more glances at Gwen’s body throughout the day, but otherwise it was mostly uneventful. That night however, was torture. I must have been woken up ten times thanks to my cock trying to get hard in the cage, all I could think about was Serena’s ass swaying away from me with the key to my cock pressed up against it.

The following morning I was already irritable from lack of sleep and my morning wood was torturing me as I showered and got ready for work. I arrived before Gwen, expecting to open up shop but finding it already open when I got there.

This was weird, Gwen never arrived before me. I entered the shop to find Rebecca, the owner of the store.

‘Becky’s Boutique’ Her name was literally on the sign. Rebecca was an older woman who apparently had scored a huge windfall in her divorce and used it to set up a small chain of these stores. She was close to forty years old, maybe older, but kept herself in good shape. Her hips were a little wide, carrying some extra weight around her thighs but added to her hide, the additional hips and ass only made her more imposing. Her hair was a shiny, well kept auburn color that caught the light as her head moved. She was a stern, but friendly enough employer. Provided her shop was running okay, she didn’t care too much about anything else.

“Rebecca! I didn’t expect to see you today.” I said as I entered.

“Ah Denis, nice and early I see. How’s things?” She was leaning on the counter poring over a clipboard, affording me a sneaky glance at her large boobs. I didn’t even mean to look, I swear the cage was turning me into a desperate horndog. Plus thanks to her age, her breasts hung a little lower as she bent over, deepening her cleavage and making it hard not to notice.

“Yeah, everything's good. Serena had to leave yesterday but Gwen came over and filled in for her.”

“I heard. That’s why I came down here today, wanted to make sure everything was okay and see if you and Gwen needed any help.” Rebecca said, straightening up and almost catching me staring at her.

“Well that’s nice of you, but I think me and Gwen have got things covered, it’s her day today anyway.”

“Ah well, I’m in the area. Why don’t I help you set up the window displays before Gwen gets here and we open up?”

“Sounds great.” So Rebecca and I headed into the back to bring out the mannequin’s we had dressed earlier in the week.

“Careful with the female body,” I said, “Her arm doesn’t connect quite right and keeps coming off.”

“Really? Well I’ll order a new one today. You should have told me earlier, Denis. I don’t want my shop held back by shoddy equipment.” Rebecca held onto the loose arm as I took the other side and we maneuvered the latex covered mannequin to the front window.

With how slim the mannequin was, Rebecca and I were incredibly close together, I was inhaling her expensive smelling perfume and watching as her boobs bounced slightly under her designer shirt. My cock was hardening as much as it could in the cage. Rebecca’s running commentary didn’t help.

“I love the way this figure looks in the latex. I may have to buy one of these outfits for myself.” And just like that, the image of the attractive milf in front of me wearing a latex fetish outfit was in my head. “Of course, it would take some serious squeezing to get my butt into this outfit these days. Haha.”

I gave a polite chuckle at her joke but inside I was picturing her wide ass stuffed inside the tight latex pants.

“When you get to my age, you have to accept that your body just won’t stay the way you want it to.” She mused, almost to herself with a forlorn tinge to her voice.

“Nah, your body is great.” I answered quickly and without thinking. Thankfully, she just smiled at my comment. When it came time to stand the mannequin up, we both had to shuffle to its back so that we were almost shoulder to shoulder. Her arm kept brushing against mine as we balanced and positioned the display. I was finding it impossible to keep my cock under control.

“Hmm, ya know, all the black latex on this one is giving me a dominatrix vibe, wouldn’t you agree?” She asked, studying the mannequin.

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

“Do me a favor, go find a flogger or a whip, maybe some handcuffs. Let’s dress her up a little.”

I headed into the back where the old display stuff was, already opened. I found a black leather flogger and some leather cuffs that were attached by a thin chain and figured they would do the job.

Rebecca smiled as I handed her the BDSM gear. “Ah, my favorite!” She said.

“You’re favorite?” I had to ask.

“Haha, yes. I used to love using these floggers on people back in the day. They really leave a nice reed mark, if you know what you’re doing, that is.”

I blushed at her comment and of course, my cock pulsed in the cage, pushing it away from my body and pulling it tight against my balls. So now the image of a latex-clad Rebecca in my head was holding a leather flogger and handcuffing someone to the bed.

“Still with me, Denis?” She asked, picking up on my awkwardness.

“Oh right yeah…I guess I just didn’t expect….Never mind.”

“Haha, sorry. But I was young and adventurous once, you know.” She positioned the flogger in the mannequin's hand and hung the cuffs from its waist. “Perfect.” She said, hopping down from the window. “And still a few minutes before Gwen gets here.”

Rebecca gave me a curious glance, appraising me somehow. “Everything okay, Rebecca?” I asked, faltering under her stare.

“Yes. I think so.” There was some tension in the air between us as she didn't stop staring. I could swear her eyes dipped to my crotch briefly, just for a half second.

Thankfully, we were interrupted by Gwen. “Morning. Hi Rebecca, didn't expect to see you today.”

Gwen and Rebecca exchanged greetings and I disappeared into the back. Rebecca helped Gwen open up and get set for the day then joined me in the back.

“Denis, I need a favor. Can you tell me if I have a ladder in my tights?” She turned around and lifted the hem of her black business skirt, high enough that I could just the bottom of her ass.

I almost choked on thin air as Rebecca practically flashed me. My face blushed red and I wondered why she wouldn't ask Gwen this sort of thing.

I managed to splutter out an answer as my cock pulled in the cage. “Uhh, no. They're fine.”

“Oh good, thanks. Now could you grab me that box of old Halloween costumes from up there?” The box was high up on top of a steel rack so I had to stretch up high to grab it.

I could feel Rebecca watching me carefully as I wondered what was happening here. “Here you go.”

“That's fine, you can just put it back.”

“Wait really? Then why did I….”

“Just put it back, please.” I did so then turned to face Rebecca, unsure what the point in that little exercise was.

Rebecca stared at me for a long moment before saying something I wasn't expecting. “So, Denis. Do you want to tell me why you're currently locked in a chastity cage?”

Ah fuck. I must have turned white as a sheet. “Umm, wait….how did you know?”

“I've seen plenty of them in my time. You can spot them if you know what to look for. Especially when you wear jeans as tight as yours. But you didn't answer my question. Who has the key?”

“Umm, Serena has it.” I answered, trying to come up with a story that wouldn't get me fired for being a creep.

“Serena has it? Are you two in some sort of relationship?” Asked Rebecca.

“No, no. It's nothing like that.” I said, an idea coming to me. “It was just a kind of….product testing. Me and Serena thought it would be a good idea to get some first hand experience with some of the products. Ya know, to help us with sales, give customers some real reviews and recommendations.” It sounded plausible in my head, and it was also a story that didn’t involve me being a creep and ogling the staff.

Rebecca seemed to chew on my explanation for a while as I held my breath, hoping she had bought it. Then she smiled. “Wow. That sounds like an excellent idea. Product testing. I wish I had thought of it myself actually. I’m impressed.”

“Thanks.” I let out a sigh of relief.

“So, tell me, how are you coping? With the cage I mean. How long have you been locked?”

“Oh, well I only put it on this morning, Serena was supposed to give me the key to take home with me but…”

“But she had to run out and forgot to leave it?” Rebecca caught on to my situation.

“Yeah. Pretty much. I don’t suppose you know of a way to get it off without the key?” I asked, hopefully.

“Hmm. I do have some experience in this area, but I’d have to see it to know for sure. Unless you know the model you’re wearing?”

“No idea.” Did she just say she would have to see it?

“Well, Serena isn’t due back here until Monday, so if you like I could take a look, see if there’s anything I can do to help?” She did say that!

My brain seemed to freeze. Rebecca, the attractive owner of the store and my boss just asked to see my penis. I mean, granted the circumstances were a little unusual but still.

She obviously sensed the wheels turning in my head. “Relax, Denis. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. I know how to be professional. It’s either this or you spend the whole weekend wearing the cage. Which is no skin off my nose, to be honest.”

The whole weekend….Not what I wanted to hear. “You’re right. I umm, I do need help. This is just a little…weird. Ya know?”

“Oh please, you work in a sex store. Just lower your pants and let me take a look.”

I weighed up my options, but knew I was stuck in the device without Rebecca’s help, so I unzipped my jeans and exposed myself to my boss. Rebecca looked on, her face unreadable as she studied my trapped cock, which was trying to get hard again.

“Hmm, that’s a steel cage with an inbuilt barrel lock.” Rebecca reached out and actually grabbed the cage, twisting it from side to side, causing my cock to push aggressively against the bars. “Tight fit….If you had gone for a padlock design we could have broken the lock with some cutter, but with this model, that’s really not an option.” Rebecca’s touch was driving me crazy.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself.” She stared at my face as I blushed deeply. The way she handled my caged cock so casually was extraordinary.

“S-sorry. Just, touch and…everything.”

She gave a small chuckle at my comment. “Sorry, but I need to see what I’m working with. See this little lip here on top, that’s an anti-pullout extension. Stops you from being able to slip your ‘little friend’ out.” I let out a whine as Rebecca’s fingers caressed my balls. “I think he likes his new home.”

“Can you get it off? Please.”

“Hmm, sorry. I’m afraid you’re stuck for the time being. But look on the bright side. I’m sure you’ll have some excellent feedback by Monday.”

“Seriously?!” I asked, devastated at the news.

“Yes, but I can give you some advice. Buy yourself some hair removal cream and cover your whole crotch in it. Getting rid of all those hairs will make it a little more comfortable, less tugging and pulling. It’s quite breathable so showering should be okay, just soap up the cage as much as you can and rinse it with a showerhead.”

“Fuck!” I moaned in despair as Rebecca released my package.

“Haha, how unfortunate. Now I suggest you get back to work, or do I need to call Serena and tell her to take Monday off?”

“Please don’t!”

“Hahaha. I’m just teasing. But you do need to get back to work. I have to go check in at a different store.”

I calmed myself down and made my way out front, Rebecca was saying goodbye to Gwen as I stepped out of the back room. “Oh, there he is now. I was just filling Gwen in on your situation.” My face dropped as I took in her words. She just told Gwen that I was locked in a chastity cage. “I’m very impressed with your dedication to our products Denis. And so is Gwen, aren’t you?”

I looked at Gwen who had a huge grin on her face and knew she was not going to make things easy for me now that she knew. “Oh yes. Very impressed.” Said Gwen, barely hiding her glee.

“Well, I best be off. You two have fun. And Denis.” Rebeca added before she left. “I’ll be thinking about this product tester experiment of yours. If it goes well, there are lots of other items for you to test out.”

I did not like the sound of that.

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