Lord of the Pencil
Boris was frustrated. Of all people, he thought, he was the least deserving of frustration. And yet. He’d squeezed too hard. The freshly sharpened H2 pencil had slipped his grasp and torn a large, ugly slash on the previously virginal paper. Fucking inventory.
He stroked the pencil fondly, and continued.
3234) stainless steel single ring 20090615-12:11
3235) silver/black metal triple ring LARGE 20090615-19:03
3236) black/silver metal very heavy twist black 20090615-20:47
3237) orange/red plastic light chastity feature adjustable 20090615-22:00
With the inventory completed, he gathered the pile of cock rings and with disgust threw them into a large container next to his desk. Perverts that go in for that kind of thing. Perverts. He picked up the pencil. Love H2. The hardest you could get, the slowest to release its mark.