Look in the box.

“Well this has been an interesting experience but no way I’m gonna live like this. I better just go home.” You say and write “No.” in the box. The box wiggles for a second then is still. “Is something alive in here?” You ask opening it up. Like the stuff you got last time there are a bunch of items fit for a stripper or that must have come from a sex shop. Immediately something catches your eye, a pink leather sheath for your cock, it is 9” long and has two loops at the end to wrap your balls as well. “Oh that’s weird.” You say picking it up. Looking down at your self you add, “Definitely to big.” The urge to see it on you is to great, you strip naked immediately and start stuffing yourself in it. Doing so gets you hard as a rock, plus your cock seems to grow till it is very snug. “Oh wow that’s pretty big.”

Looking back in the box you see a pair of handcuffs, and not play ones, real police handcuffs. “Huh, I wonder if the keys are in here?” You grab them and with a jolt you are sort of bounced to the left an inch or so. “What was that?” You ask and see the handcuffs seem to be glowing, begging you to put them on. It’s like they are screaming at you. Your ears fill with the sounds of rush hour traffic in some busy city. You get the odd sensation of sitting in a car and you look to your right. Tall buildings pass by as you look out a car window, rain streaming down. The cuffs feel warm, they demand you put them on.