It's small, tiny and you've only ever tried to have sex once.

You knew after the look on her face you should keep it in your trousers.

You're not sure why you even have one, but you do.

Surely you have a use? Don't you? Your use is to serve.

To suffer. To be tormented.

To strain against the cage as you realise I'm way out of your league.

Little ones belong in chastity.

Lock it up!

It's small, tiny and you've only ever tried to have sex once.

You knew after the look on her face you should keep it in your trousers.

You're not sure why you even have one, but you do.

Surely you have a use? Don't you? Your use is to serve.

To suffer. To be tormented.

To strain against the cage as you realise I'm way out of your league.

Little ones belong in chastity.

Lock it up!