The coin toss came up heads. She clapped and squealed with excitement. He sighed with dread. This was her fourth time in a row winning the coin toss, and in turn, getting to decide what sort of predicament to put him in for their daily walk. Due to the summer heat they walked after dinner. It was still light out, but the direct heat from the sun was not as strong.

“You, my dear, need a new outfit.” She instructed him. “Off with these baggy pants. This evening you will be wearing your jockstrap and those tight biking shorts. Now go and change. I’ll meet you back here.”

He sensed embarrassment on the horizon. While it was not the worst outfit she had ever requested, this combination made his bulge, or lack of bulge, obvious to anyone who looked for it. And like clockwork, he could feel his erection beginning to grow. No matter the awkwardness of her role play games, his cock always seemed to have a mind of its own.

He went to the bedroom and changed, adjusting his tackle to fit within the pouch of the jockstrap. The bulge showed a bit more vertical ridge than he wanted, but that was the best he could do for now. When his erection faded the visible ridge would give way to a rounder package. He pulled on the tight biking shorts, smoothed out the visible lines from the jock straps across his ass cheeks, and returned to the living room. The humiliation was setting in.

She was sitting on the sofa waiting for him. She waved him over to stand in front of her for a close up inspection. She turned him by his hips left and right. She traced the strap lines across his ass with her fingers. She liked the curvature of his ass. She rubbed her open palm up and down over his bulge, gauging the contents and hoping to increase his swelling member.

“Today we will be practicing your recovery from a vasectomy procedure.” She announced in a matter of fact tone. “The doctor has ordered that you wear garments with plenty of support, to hold your delicates stable and still. We don’t want you bouncing and flopping all about, irritating your stitches.” She smiled at his discomfort, pleased with her attention to story details.

From behind her back she produced a large bag of frozen vegetables. It was so cold that humidity in the room had formed frost on the outside. His eyes widened in disbelief.

“The doctor also said to apply a cold compress to reduce swelling.” She informed him. “Trust me, it will be better for you in the long run.”

She lowered his biking shorts to mid thigh and pulled open the waistband of his jock. The tip of his penis greeted her, looking to escape out the top. She gave his glans a little pinch, making it pucker open, and in a teasing baby voice she said “Well, heh-woa dare. How are you? Are you weady for a wittle coohwing off?” She smiled up at him to see if he was as amused by all this as she was. He was not.

He inhaled sharply as she lowered the icy bag of frozen vegetables into the pouch. The bag was larger than the pouch, and so she pulled the lower corners out the sides. When she was done there was no part of the pouch touching his skin. His penis and scrotum were fully engulfed by the frozen bag. The top of the bag was peaking out to the top of the waistband. She gave the outside of the jockstrap pouch a few squeezes and pats to make sure the bag inside was making as much contact with his skin as possible. Then she pulled the biking shorts back up and admired her work. It was an outrageously large bulge, with weird lumps and bumps around the edges. There was no way to ignore his pelvic mass.

The coldness was shocking. It made his body shiver. His face was frozen with wide eyes and an open mouth. At first it stung, and then the area began to go numb. It was a weird sensation having his cock both trying to be erect and shrink at the same time. It was turned on, and also retreating back inside his body as much as possible. He instinctively held himself very still to avoid contacting the coldness with any more of his skin.

“That looks great.” She said standing, grinning from ear to ear. “When we get home I will warm you up, but until then you are my little surgery patient, and I’m going to do everything I can to keep that swelling down.”

He was unable to vocalize a response. His shriveled manhood was his total focus. His groin felt as featureless as a plastic doll. No muscle twitch or kegel squeeze could stir his frozen nub.

She took his hand, turned him around, and led him to the front door. It was going to be a very exciting walk in the park.