“Don’t you worry about what I’m doing.” I whisper as I slide the bandana blindfold over your eyes. You sense cold, hard plastic sliding around your balls, then the squished, restricted feeling around the head of your cock. You catch the sound of a click from a lock and the rumble of my ever growing laughter… “Awww look at you, such a small cock in such a small cage. It really is where you truly belong.”