A package arrives.

You had mostly forgotten about the purchase and gone back to consuming inhuman amounts of pornography. A new sex game was just released by one of your favorite creators. With the aid of artificial intelligence, a single deviant can produce high-quality and immersive worlds populated by convincing NPCs capable of simulating all sorts of degenerate scenarios. You'd spent the last two days only stopping your play session long enough to eat and sleep when the buzzer indicating a package delivery rings, and a nondescript brown package drops through the mail slot.

For a moment, you're confused about what this might be, but when you see the label "From BB," you remember what you ordered and are instantly excited to try it out. You rip off the packaging, revealing a pink-hued solid piece of sleek metal. The construction had definitely advanced since your first toy. You'd always thought the contraptions pretty simple and that it was odd to have so many advancements, but you had to admire the handiwork. This thing screamed secure, and the second layer of packaging boasted stuff like self-cleaning, long-term wear safety, a remote unlock, and, most importantly to you, extra-strength libido coating.

In place of a key, there's a small credit-card-sized touch screen that immediately comes to life with a simple interface. A single button labeled "Installation Instructions" is on the screen. Seeing no reason to waste time, you press the button. An image of a metal ring of the same pink metal hue comes up, and you find the corresponding piece of metal. It's large enough to stick your arm through, which you do, and you think there must have been a sizing mistake before the screen flashes a "Find Size" option. You press the button, and the metal constricts until it snugly hugs your wrist. Alright, maybe there were improvements worth upgrading for—this made the uncomfortable task of pushing yourself through the old base rings seem barbaric.

The screen flashes a warning about how it's definitely not sensing genitals, and you press the button to re-expand it. You wonder how it knew that, but you can find out later. You move the ring to be flush against your crotch and press the sizing button again; this time, it squeezes tighter than your previous ring could have managed. There was no way this was coming off at that size. The idea excites you as the screen moves to the next step. The sheath for your cock is the same material, totally solid except for a mesh front. At the screen's instructions, you slide it onto your still-erect penis, the cold metal enough to shrink you down, and it just barely touches the base, where it sticks on lightly as if by magnets. You could still pull it off, but it feels secure enough.

The text on the screen all disappears, with just one button remaining:

Lock?