pauses. “On the internet, like one does, right?”“Ah, right.” A. wonders. “No touching yourself, no getting off, no pleasure?”“It’s not about what you don’t have. It’s about what you get.”“And what’s that? Endless frustration?”“No, a constant connection to your partner. The person who’s locked isn’t denied sex – well, of course they’re denied sex – as much as they’re always reminded about who who’s controlling their dick.” M. Gay sex seems like he’s about to continue, then falters. M. grunts in response to A.’s manipulations, more than once. “I did say that.” He smiles. “So, yes, you could lock me for a week. If you wanted.”A. takes it from M.’s hand and holds it up. “This seems small. You really think either of us will fit?”“I think so, yeah. We’re about the same size. It’s supposed to fit when you’re, you know, going about your daily business. Not when you fully erect.”A. tries to push back but A.
