Click.
"Damn, it locked," Chad said, "now where's the key. There's got to be a key, right?" He madly searched the box and wrapping paper. He even ripped the cardboard box into shreds.
The doorbell rang.
"Now what?" Chad snapped.
He plodded over to the front door tugging at his cock cage all the way to the door. He opened the door a crack, and peered out around the corner hiding his body behind the door.
"What do you want?" he snapped before he even recognized the person on his porch.
"I want you to open the door, let me in, and drop to your knees," the admirer said. The identity was no longer a secret.
"Like that's ever go- YEOW! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Chad stumbled backwards on to the floor clutching his caged crotch. As he fell backward, the door swung open, and his admirer strode into Chad's house closing the door behind him.
"I think you'll agree that my electrified cock cage is far more effective than a shock collar would be. Now on your knees at attention, Chad," the admirer ordered.
"What does that even mean? On your knees at attention?"
The admirer sighed, "I guess I should explain before I have to shock you again. On your knees is pretty self explanatory. At attention means you bring your thighs together, no light between your legs, knees at right angle, back straight, butt clenched tight, chest out, chin down, shoulders square, and mouth open."
Chad didn't want another shock, so he obeyed.
"I knew you were a bright boy."
Suddenly, Chad's uninvited guest was standing in front of Chad. The crotch was only a inch from Chad's nose. He knew what was expected of him, but this time he balked.
"You don't seriously think-"
Zap.
"Yeow!"
"Still defiant?"
ZAP..
Chad screamed and collapsed into a fetal position clutching his caged crotch.
"Ooh, and that was only the number two setting. Wonder what three would feel like?"
Chad scrambled back to his knees sobbing. He stared at his torturer's crotch an inch from his nose. Then he asked, "What exactly do you want me to do?"