Well this was a new experience for me. Naked except for flip-flops, gagged, hands cuffed behind my back. cock cage locked with leash attached. She opened the front door and pulled me outside by my leash. "Hello Mrs H." she calls across the street to our neighbour. Mrs H smiles and gives her the thumbs up. On our walk to town we passed a few others walking back. Solo females that looked me up and down smiling and one other couple. He was in the same state as myself though with a backpack full of the shopping. Shortly we arrived at the shop. There was sign up on the door. "No Entry for Males". Outside the shop was a wooden bar like the ones for reigning horses to in old cowboy movies. There were already 10 men similar to myself leashed to this bar by their balls. To one side of it were a couple of younger females having a browse over the tethered males on display. A sign next to the bar read "Park your males at your own risk. Make sure testicles are leashed securely as thieves operate in this area." "Oh I wont be long, just need a couple of small things." she said. She quickly took a rope and tied me to the bar. I tried to say "Please do it more securely." but was muffled by the gag. "Don't worry I'll be really quick." She went into the shop. As soon as she was in. The young girls came over to me. The one untethered the bar end of my rope quickly and easily and yanked the rope hard a few times till I hit the ground. Once on the ground she held me down. The other girl had taken out her bag a loaded elastrator and without too much struggle dragged my balls through the band and released it onto the neck of my scrotum. Se quickly reload the device and got a second one on me. She had just got her knife out of her bag when the shop door opened. Out strolls my former wife, now owner. "Oy, that's my property leave him alone." she shouts. The girls flustered run for it. I am dragged to my feet. Leashed up ready for the walk home again and off we go. "God young girls today have no respect for private property." she says. Off we go on our 10 min walk home with the 2 bands still on my balls. Just outside our house, Mrs H comes over. "Lovely day for it. Nice cage you have him in. They look so sexy like that all caged and secured." "I couldn't agree more Mrs H." "What's up with his balls, what are those bands on them and why are they purple? Are you doing him? I know it calms them down but I do think its a shame." "No Mrs H. some cheeky young girls in town tried to steal them from me while I was in the shop." "I was wondering if I could borrow your man to do a 10 min job in the garden for me." "Of course, lets do that now for you." "Don't you need to get him and those bands off before his balls die?" "We'll do that afterwards. I' sure he can just about survive another 10 mins. It'll give him an incentive to get the job done." "Oh you are so cruel. thank you very much."
The next day Mrs H. went down to the 'male settlement office'. She was unsure what she would find inside so she hesitated, took a deep breath and entered. She approached the young lady behind the desk. "May I help you?" "Oh yes, I'm interested in taking a man off your hands." "I'm afraid 'men' don't exist anymore, with the recent law changes, that word was considered too close to the word 'woman' so has been discontinued. But we do have human male animals, if you'd be interested in one of those. We often refer to them as 'males'. Sorry for what may seem pedantry, but the women's movement does feel it very important as a step towards keeping power." "Oh yes, I'm sorry. I am interested in settling a male." "Well you have come to the right place. We have quite a few in the cages out the back if you want to see. All are fully secured. All come with the latest control equipment so there is no question of disobedience. If you want to see I'll buzz you through and Susan will come and show you our current selection." "oh yes please." Buzz, Buzz, Buzz. A door opens. "Hello my name is Susan, if you follow me I will show you around the compound where we keep our current selection of males."
Mrs H followed Susan into the back room. It was a large warehouse type room with around 1000 cages full of men. "Do you have an age group in mind? We have them sorted by age group primarily. Or any criteria, skin colour? hair colour/type? penis size?" "40-50 would be nice, any colour, not bald. penis size? I doubt I will unlock him so not important." "Take a look at the ones in these 4 rows then madam, the note sheet in front of the holding pens give you their statistics and history." "Thank you" Mrs H walked the lengths of the 2 rows eyeing the men, reading their notes. About 200 men in total. After about 30 mins she done. "Susan, I think I have decided. I'll take this one please." "OK madam if you go back to reception, you can sign the paperwork and arrange delivery. You will also be invited to the 'responsibly keeping a male' training course. The next one is tonight I think. "I had a husband in the past." "Oh how awful for you. I assure you madam keeping a male is nothing like having a husband. Things have moved on since those uncivilized days." "Oh I know that, that's why I'm here. I want to own one and bask in my superiority over it. God forbid I don't want sex with it. I have my sex tech for that."
I think there is a standard government issue one. But some individuals may wish to purchase designer ones with extra features.
Like the story so far, but I think you might have a plot hole: I'm not clear on how a leash was supposed to protect his testicles. In a society like this, seems like she needs a male version of "The Club", or the store needs "rental lockers", to protect her property. And I think you'd get the same impact if she's just too cheap to pay, and decides to tie his leash off instead.
She was in a rush so she didnt secure the leash. You cant get the bands on if the leash is connected at both ends.
well if She want another man anyways She migh not bother to tie the first man up proper outside the shop.