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Twelve Danglers Dangling

"...Cameron. What. The. Fuck?"

"I already told you. It's my dick collection."

"I thought that was a joke!"

"Nope. Dead serious."

I leaned in closer to the display. It really was a wall of dicks. Not dildos, but actual penises.

Real, live, twitching, blood-pumping penises, nutsack included. All variety of shapes and sizes--sheathed and unsheathed, cut and uncut, long and fat, short and thin... all hanging vertically on a wireframe shelving contraption above her toilet. All separated from their owner's missing body.

"How... How does it work?"

"I mean, do I have to say any more than 'genitalia portal'? It basically explains itself."

"It's really a portal--uhm, you know... wrapped around their..."

"Yup! Kinda works like a chastity cage; they shove their junk through one side of the portal, and I lock it up on the other side."

"But...why?"

I had to ask the obvious. At least, it may have been obvious to her. To me, this was ridiculousness. I'd been friends with Cameron since high school, and therefore knew the short-stacked fennec had always had a thing for the eccentric, but this was a whole new level of crazy for her!

"You wouldn't ask why if you saw how much money I was getting for this," she coolly responded.

"They're paying you for this?!"

"Dude--of course I'm getting paid for this. You think I want to take care of literal dicks for nothing in return?"

She said it so casually, as if that was the ridiculous part of this whole thing. Personally, I thought it was fucking nuts to think someone--or anyone for that matter--would agree to this... and pay for it!

"I mean, c'mon Vinny. You're a guy. You should know how guys think. They think with their heads--" She poked a claw at the bulbous head of a charcoal-gray penis. "This head, to be specific."

"Very funny," I said. I stared at the penis she'd roused with her touch, seeing it twitch a few times before going still once again. "It really pays that well?"

"Hell yeah. I've only been at it for a year and half, but the rates you can charge are absurd. I charge half up front, half on completion of the payment period, with a three-month minimum--I found that to be the best at weeding out the sissies who'd only waste my time--and I don't allow refunds whatsoever."

"Three months..."

Cameron laughed at my comment. "Three months is nothing! This one here--" She pointed to one in the front and middle of the rack as she continued, "He's been with me since the start. Think about that. Seventeen months. He hasn't seen his dick in over... five hundred days! Nor will he for at least a few hundred more. He keeps paying me to extend the stay, and I'm not complaining. Even offered him a discount for his loyalty!" She snorted at that last point, but I was too astonished to find anything funny about it.

Seventeen months...

"All I have to do is lock 'em up, clean 'em, stroke 'em, suck 'em, et cetera et cetera..."

"You use them?"

"I wouldn't have any customers if I wasn't offering something in return... You gotta think of it as a hotel stay: they expect clean sheets, commodities, free continental breakfast. It's gotta be worth it for them somehow."

I looked down each row of dicks hanging in front of us. It did make sense; keep her occupants happy, in exchange for a monthly "servicing" fee.

I voiced my thoughts with a shrug, "Seems like a lot of work."

"Hahaha!" Cameron shook her head at me. "Fuck no it isn't! Easiest shit I've ever done, and fun as hell, too. I have complete control over eleven strangers' most precious jewels. It's kinda like, the BEST power trip! I can do whatever I want with them, and I've done a lot of different things."

She unracked one of the hanging cocks, a canine sporting a maroon and pink sheath, not exactly being gentle with the man's privates as she did so. Just one hand around his limp rod, a quick upward yank, and he was wholly in her hands. She turned the dick upright, showing off the solid base he was stuck to. I'd been so caught up in the sight of the dicks themselves, that I hadn't really acknowledged the nameplates marking each station. The one she'd pulled from had the name "Taylor Golick" etched into a gold plating.

The same name was plated on the base she had cradled in her palm. This was Taylor. This penis belonged to someone out in the world named Taylor Golick--once belonged to. Now it was Cam's living dildo, one of eleven in her collection.

"This one I took on a camping trip with an ex of mine. Packed him away for the twelve-hour ride; nearly filled the bottle I put him in! Then I had to get a bit creative... and let me tell you--playing around with a guy's dick without them knowing what you will do next is such a turn on. Like, I can't even wrap my head around what they're thinking, and I can only begin to imagine what they're feeling!"

The fennec pointed to each finger on one hand as she counted off her escapades, "Let's see... I first gave him a bath cause he needed one; ran him under a small waterfall near the campsite. Then I touched his skin against random things in the woods: tree bark, plants, dirt, all kinds of random shit. Figured I'd give him a sense of his prick's whereabouts. Also, it was really funny to watch him jump at every new sensation."

She moved on to her third finger. "Next I... let's see... Oh yeah, it was kinda cold that night, so we made a campfire, and I thought--"

"Please tell me you didn't try and roast this guy's dick," I interrupted, both hands hovering just below my open mouth.

"No, I didn't! Giving my client's dick a third-degree burn is bad for business, dummy! No, what I did do was leave him in the cold to shrivel up a bit, and while he was cooling down, I was warming my paws up over the fire. Then, when I felt he was ready for a reward, I'd wrap him up in my heated fur like a heated blanket. I did this at least a dozen times, and let me tell you, he LOVED it. He kept getting super hard, then shrinking back down, then back to hard..."

"Okay, I get it, I get it."

"Yeah. Anyways--I eventually quit teasing him, and when he was ready to unload, I aimed his money shot towards the fire. Roasted his seed as soon as he blew it, haha!"

"You're fucked up, Cam."

"Ahh, whatever. You gotta admit that sounds hot!"

"You mean that literally?"

She faked a moment of pondering that question before answering with a smile. Cameron was truly a one-of-a-kind weirdo.

The whole time we'd been talking, she'd also been stroking. Her hands worked up and down the dick slowly, not with any purpose of getting Taylor off, but still causing enough friction to get him excited. She now laid the stiff member on the counter of her bathroom sink.

"Hehe. Love getting them worked up and leaving them dry. I don't do it too much, cause, you know--I like my customers to stay repeat customers. But it's still something I take pride in perfecting. Like big worms I can coax to life whenever I want to play with them..."

I gave her the most questionable stare. "Are you sure you're not going insane?"

"Hmm. Maybe I shouldn't refer to them as worms."

"Yeah, no. You definitely shouldn't."

"I'll try to remember that," Cameron said with no conviction. Picking up the stiffened cock, she half-turned as if to replace it on the rack, but stopped her turn to consider me. "Want to hold him?"

"What? Uhh, I don't think--"

"Come on, just hold him," she said, extending Taylor towards me.

"No, no. Really, I'm good."

"Just hold Taylor for a sec."

"Cam, really."

"Come on Vinny..."

"Cam, please--"

...and then I had no choice, as she underhanded the disembodied penis, forcing me to act on instinct. My attempt to catch the flying cock as gently as possible seemed somewhat successful, though I still felt them jerk in my grasp.

I felt a lot more than twitching muscle. I felt heat. Soft skin. A gentle throbbing beneath that. This really was a dick. Another man's dick was in my hands.

"Holy shit."

"I know, right! I still get goosebumps, and I've lived with these pricks for months. Get it? Pricks?" She snorted at her own joke, and I couldn't help a giggle from her snorting. "Well, aren't you gonna play around with it a little?"

"What? Is that a good idea?"

"Why not? Taylor's not gonna know the difference."

"I'm not worried about Taylor--well, I am, but... I don't know. This is so weird."

"Come on man, lighten up. It's just a dick. There's another several billion of them on this planet. It isn't special."

"I know. I know." I said to myself as well as the tan-furred fennec. "It's just that, I'm a guy... with another guy's dick..."

"AUGH. Come on Vinny. It's gonna make you GAY to hold a dick for a few seconds."

"It's not like that! I simply don't wanna--it feels disrespectful, that's all I'm trying to get at."

"Disrespectful? It's a DICK," she exclaimed.

"Yeah, and I have one of those too!" I shot back. "I wouldn't be happy if someone had my dick locked up and was sharing around with randos!"

"These people love it exactly for that reason!"

Cameron was really getting bent out of shape about this, and I couldn't understand why. Was it not normal to be averse about handling someone's genitalia without their knowhow?

"Alright, how about this..." Cameron pointed at Taylor's dick. "I'll take him back, but first you gotta give him a kiss."

"...No."

"One little kissy."

"Cam, no!"

"One kiss, or you keep holding onto Taylor until you leave."

"Like hell I am!" I set the penis on the counter again. "Just put it away and let's get out of here," I said, mood a bit soured.

"Nope. No kiss, no leaving," Cameron stated.

"I will leave."

"Not without a kiss. Look, it's the least that Taylor deserves after you jostled him around."

"You were the one who threw him at me!" Cameron continued pointing at the floppy dick on the counter, and I groaned my frustration. "Why do you want me to kiss this guy's dick?"

"Cause it'll be hilarious!" she stated gleefully. "Come on, just for fun. Taylor will love it. One kiss--on the tip."

What the hell I'd gotten myself into. I just wanted to hang out with my friend!

"Alright. ONE quick kiss."

"Not too quick, and not a little peck either," Cameron said. "Taylor needs to feel your apology."

"I don't need to apologize to someone's cut off dick," I repeated with a grumble. Taylor's dick and I had a momentary standoff while I prepared myself to do the unthinkable. It was a simple ask. One kiss. One little kiss. It shouldn't be a big deal.

Just fucking do it.

I brought my lips to the head of Taylor's canine cock. Trying to get it done as quickly as possible, I'd overestimated the distance, pushing a bit more of his flesh past my lips than I would've liked, and the warmth made me feel a little too "in the moment" for my liking. But it was over after one second, so not so too bad after all. There was a hint of salty aftertaste which I chose to blissfully ignore.

"There, you got what you wanted. I hope you're proud of that one," I spouted to the giggly fennec.

"Pfft! That was fucking funny. Taylor would've definitely known that was not me!"

"I thought you said he wouldn't know?"

"Not unless you kiss him like it's your first kiss at junior prom, haha!" She ignored my growing snarls with a wave of hand. "Relax Vinny. It was a harmless prank. What I should've made you do was suck him off; now that would've been priceless to see!"

"Not a chance in hell I'd do that, short stuff."

Her head whipped around at that. No matter what we were butting heads about as teens, I knew I could win any argument by mentioning Cam's height, or lack thereof. I was glad to know that some things never changed.

"What'd you call me?" she asked, voice deadly calm.

"Are those satellites on your head just for show?" I retorted.

Cameron threw me a glare that could shatter a mirror.

Joking about Cam's height was one thing, but for the longest time I'd considered her large ears as off-limits. I'd seen on more than a few occasions what she did to those who'd poked fun at the fennec. Her grudge game was legit, and the revenge she served was ice-cold.

"Keep it up Vinny. You might be next on my wall, whether you like it or not."

My smirk was wiped instantly from my snout. She replaced Taylor at his open spot while I morbidly processed that last statement. What would it be like to lose my dick? Not even lose it--voluntarily forfeit it over to someone else.

I spiraled down the train of thought, considering the idea of being one of twelve stuck on Cameron's bathroom wall. To be honest, it wasn't the worst thing imaginable.

The fennec had thought of everything to provide the best possible stay for her guests. She pointed out the heated lamp above, the wash station in the bathtub, the many moisturizing lotions on the sink, and the ingenious waste funnel piped straight into the toilet bowl. And that's not even getting to the plethora of toys she had at her disposal.

So. Many. Toys.

Cameron showed me fleshlights, sleeves, vibrators, rings. She pointed out some of the higher-end stuff, and even had several methods of hands-free care! Finally, she presented to me her vast collection of chastity cages.

"Jeez, that's a lot of cages..."

"Yeah, but it's one hundred percent necessary," Cameron said. "Basically a new one for each new client. Too many shapes to find a one-size-fits-all kinda deal. I have them organized--or at least I did at one point. Looks like I kinda need to sort through them again..."

"But doesn't a cage go against what you said earlier?" I asked her. "Aren't they gonna be angry from being locked up?"

"I thought that too, until I started getting really frustrated with some of my clientele. It's like some of them forget to be civilized as soon as their penis is not in their pants! They started making messes everywhere, including on me, and what was I supposed to do? I tried a little ball torture, but it didn't feel right. Plus I... might've permanently damaged one dude's nuts..."

"I don't even wanna know."

"Yeah, that's for the best," she agreed with a grimace. "Anyways, I quickly figured out a solution to my problem. With the help of a chastity cage and a stint in the timeout corner--"

"Timeout corner?"

She took me back into the bathroom, showing me a single hook on the sidewall of her bathtub. "I put 'em here, and I leave 'em alone. The only thing they feel is the cage around their dick and water from when I take a shower. And it works perfectly! They were begging for me to stop after only a couple days. It was a literal one-eighty!"

"They were begging you? You actually talk to them?"

"Sometimes I call, most of the time I text. Gotta keep an open line of communication somehow; they let me know what I'm doing right, and I let them know what they're doing wrong."

She showed me an example text on her phone, pointing out the most recent bad boy of her collection. She'd sent him a message saying only "seven days punishment", then showed me the scrolling list of texts from him after that. It was like doomscrolling social media. There were angry messages, pleading messages, pity messages, and then circling right back to angry again. And never once did she reply, not until day eight.

"... 'Punishment over. No more mess-making, puppy.' Jesus Cam..."

"Hey, I'm not gonna let someone piss all over my stuff and not do anything about it. They get their punishment, and if they learn from it, then I reward them. If not... back to timeout." She snorted at a particular memory. "Had one guy that was the ABSOLUTE WORST. I was so done with him, I gave him a thirty-day timeout." She went through another giggling fit that had her struggling to continue, "Didn't make it past day twelve before he wanted out. Hehe! Fine by me, cause that meant four months of pay for no work!"

She didn't have anything else to show me, but that wasn't true. She'd said there was eleven men under her control, but I'd counted twelve in total. There was obviously something she was not mentioning on purpose, and I was too curious not to ask.

"What's with that one?" I asked.

I pointed out the lone dick at the very top of the rack. Unlike the others, this one was contained in its own prison, locked away behind caged bars in an awkwardly small, cubed housing.

"Oh. That one."

Now that was the meanest I'd ever heard Cameron. The thick-layered disdain in her voice had my fur standing on end. "That's my ex," she finally stated, so matter of fact, yet each word was coated with malice, all from just mentioning him!

"Uhh, maybe we don't need to--"

"Let's just say he did me dirty behind my back, and I decided to get even. So I took away his ability to do to anyone else what he did to me."

"Oh... Okay."

I think I preferred kissing Taylor's dick over this awkward tension. There was some part of me that couldn't help but feel sorry for her ex; he might've been the biggest douchebag to her for all I know, but getting your cock permanently locked away...

"That's the reason I locked him up; now I don't have to worry about him hurting anyone else. Plus, it's so utterly satisfying to watch his dick shrivel away. But we don't have to talk about _that_dickhead anymore!" she said, immediately cheering up as she turned away from her ex-now-captive. "Honestly, I think we've talked enough about other people's dicks for today. Let's hang out!"

We ordered subs and hung out in the living room after that, and the Cameron I knew from high school was back. Neither of us really had changed all that much, really. We put on our adult clothes now, but deep down we were still the same.

She wanted to know what I was up to, which wasn't much of anything--hopping between jobs, not living up to my parents expectations, the usual. We mostly reminisced about our past, digging up the memories that we'd cherished most about one another.

Yet, as much as I was having a good time and wanted to stay longer, I was feeling... off. My mind kept going back to one thing, stuck on repeat no how much I tried not to think about it.

It was of course about that damned wall.

It had me bent outta shape--not exactly because I felt it was wrong, or devious, or nasty. It was weird, but also clever. Good on Cam for finding success. I wasn't going to knock her because it was unconventional. What kind of friend would I be if I did that?

The thing that was messing me was how much _I_was hung up about it. I was running over it so much, my dick might as well be hung up alongside the others.

A shiver crawled up my spine at the mere suggestion. Forfeiting my manhood, even to hands I knew were attached to a friendly face...

"I need to head out," I abruptly announced. I noted her confusion--probably wondering if it was something she'd done--and tried my best to convince her otherwise. "Sorry, wish I could stay longer. Need to get back before it gets too late today."

"No worries, Vinny! We'll find another time to hang out again. Maybe I can drive up to your place? Only an hour away, right?"

"Anytime you want to come up is fine with me."

"Oh, and I'll have to pack a few friends for us to play with some more!"

"Yeah, can't wait," I answered with a forced laugh.

We both made our way to the front door, with Cam stopping me short of opening it.

"Before you go, I have something for you."

I already had a hunch what the something was, only confirmed by what I saw in her outstretched hand.

"Cam, I'm not sure--"

"No, I'm not asking for you to do that." Cameron dropped the portal device into my open palm. "I thought you'd like to give it a try. I've got a few of these laying around; freebees from sponsors. Just be sure to read the instructions first."

I thanked her for the gift, even if I wasn't so sure I wanted it. Out the door and into my car, I sat in the driver's seat while considering the device in my hand, and what I should do with it.

This thing was already on my mind too much. I should've tossed it in the trash, or maybe dropped it off at some thrift shop. There were a variety of ways I might've gotten rid of it, but an hour later it was lying on my dining table, with me staring at it from across the room.

Wouldn't hurt to give it a try...