They go to take off his cage.

After a bit of thinking it over, Anna Smith had exclaimed, "I know just the place! They're always accommodating of special requests." Shortly afterwards, she was driving them to the store.

In a society where the majority of women were dominant to some degree, cock cages were quite common, inevitably leading to frequent issues where the holder of the key was out of town; or the original key had been lost; or the trapped male had fallen out of favor with his mistress without ever getting the key back. Thus, it was an important social service to unlock cock cages even if the key was unavailable. However, it was illegal to unlock a cage for a lone male, and even when accompanied by a member of the opposite sex, inconvenient paperwork was the norm. Anna was pleased that she had remembered a place that generally skipped the paperwork.

As they walked up to the entrance of the bondage shop, there was a sign posted, with a rack holding collars and leashes. 'Leash-only policy. Please use collar and leash provided.'

Anna looked at John. "I think I'm supposed to put one on you before we go in."

John couldn't exactly refuse; after all, they had come to the store to unlock him, which couldn't exactly happen without him entering the premises. Still, she didn't have to look so smug as she fastened the collar on his neck, clipping the leash into a ring on it.

Anna led John through the automatic door and into the bondage lifestyle store. It was a large, fairly fancy store, with sections for gags, cuffs, cock cages, whips and paddles of all varieties, blindfolds, hoods, but also first aid kits and medical books to help push the limits safely. As Anna entered with John in tow, a cheerful dark-haired attendant in a white uniform that came halfway down the thigh and clung to her torso approached to greet them.

"I was wondering if you could help me with something," started Anna.

"Of course, but first let's get your sub taken care of," replied the clerk smoothly. "This way please."

John found himself being led into a room titled "Sub Holding Room."

"Um, I'm not actually -" John started, and was cut off sharply by the clerk.

"We don't require subs to be gagged here, but please don't allow him to talk, it disrupts the atmosphere."

"Yes, of course," replied Anna, not sounding particularly bothered.

Inside the Sub Holding Room, was a simple brown wooden stocks facing the wall, with a mat laid in front of it. The clerk fitted a key into a mechanism at the side, then opened the stocks, sliding the upper half upwards and holding it in place with her hands.

"Have your sub place his head here and his arms here and here, would you?"

With a playful slap to the butt, Anna pushed John over towards the stocks.

When he turned his head back to look at her, she said innocently, "Hey, it's not my fault, it's just store policy. Do as the lady says, would you?"

With the store being his only opportunity to get free from his horrible cage, John found himself complying. He knelt on the mat, placing his neck on the large slot in the middle and his forearms into the smaller slots to either side. A second later, he felt the stocks being slid closed, and heard a click as they were locked shut. The stocks gave him room to rotate, but not tilt his head. He could no longer see either Anna Smith or the clerk, but he could hear them talking, the voices growing a bit more distant as they spoke.

"Here, come over to my office and we can talk about how I can help you."

"Sounds great," replied Anna, the end of 'great' cut off by the door closing. The room was soundproofed.

Locked into the stocks, John had plenty of opportunity to examine his surroundings, at least those in front of or to the sides of his head. He found himself noticing little black boxes about an inch wide, surrounding him from all angles. He would almost say it was impossible to guess their purpose, but the funny thing was that the rectangular little things were all oriented to face towards him. They must be cameras!

After some reflection, John reckoned that they must be those 3D cameras he was always hearing about. The store was generating a 3D model of him! If they took infrared pictures, they could no doubt generate separate models of his figure clothed and unclothed. The store probably used this tech to take all his measurements so that items in exactly his size could be purchased without having to try them on him.

Did the store convert the images to measurements that the staff used to help choose out items, or was the clerk looking at a 3D model of John personally? Or perhaps the clerk was showing the images to Anna and projecting how John would look like with different items or restraints attached?

There was really no way to know, and Anna certainly wasn't likely to share if he asked. John blushed a little as he thought of the possibilities, reflecting that the cameras could probably make out his warm cheeks.

John heard a zipping sound as his jeans were unzipped and slid down. He startled.

The clerk (or it sounded like the clerk, he couldn't exactly see her face) giggled, "I knew it was worth it to change into slippers before coming back in. He really had no idea we were coming! Go ahead and slide his briefs down too."

With a swift motion, Anna's hands slid John's briefs around his cock cage and down to his knees.

"That's a cute little thing, we sell better ones here, but still, it's pretty high quality," remarked the clerk haughtily.

There was a pause, and the sound of some kind of tool clicking against the material of the cage, and then John felt it being opened and slid off of his penis. Beyond the general humiliation of the whole thing, the genius of keeping him in stocks for the entire procedure was that he couldn't see what was done to get it open, so he could never know whether a specialized key was required or if there was a way to get it off with simple tools that he just hadn't thought of. So frustrating!

Still, frustration or no, it was a very satisfying feeling as his half-erect dick sprung free at last, followed a moment later by an awkward realization that both Anna and the clerk could see it, even though John couldn't! A moment later, he felt a gloved hand cupping his balls.

"See, the great thing about these stocks is that not only is your sub powerless to stop us, he can't tell who's touching him. I bet he has no idea whether the hand touching him is mine or yours. Sub, that isn't permission to speak," the clerk was explaining to Anna. With the glove in between, the sensation itself wasn't particularly erotic, but John felt himself growing hard nevertheless as the mysterious hand moved up to his dick to pull his foreskin back. Then the hand released him.

"Now let's try this one," suggested the clerk, and John felt something ice cold and metallic prick his member. He jumped slightly at the cold, then sort of shuddered as the prickling sensation rolled down towards the base of his penis. Both girls laughed at his reaction.

"See, isn't that excellent? Maybe you can pick one up on your next visit?"

Over what might have been ten minutes or an hour, the clerk and Anna proceeded to try out the various stimulators, teasers, and ticklers from the store's inventory on their incapacitated sub, always careful not to push him over the edge. At one point, they dipped his member in ice water in order to calm him down so they could have more fun, toweling him off meticulously.

Finally, Anna decided it was time to go, and put John's dick away as she thanked the clerk, whose name was Amy for her time, even remarking that they should go hang out some time. Then the clerk opened up the stocks, finally freeing John to stand up and stretch his back as Anna fitted his leash into his collar again.

Playfully, Anna asked John wasn't he going to thank Amy for playing with him?

Smirking, Amy reached out a hand to John, which he stooped down to kiss, not wanting to get on Amy's (or Anna's) bad side. After all, who knew how that might've gone if one of them had been in a bad mood?

With that, they were leaving. As she took off his leash and collar, Anna remarked that she was sorry to keep John waiting in the holding room for so long, she had a bit of shopping to do.

"What did you buy?"

"It's a secret! You'll have to wait until the ceremony tomorrow to find out!" Anna replied cheerfully, and that was the most that John could get out of her on the matter.