Jake
used to spend the majority of his days; taking selfies of his prized
body, flaunting it for all to see. He loved the spotlight, he loved to
be admired. Not caring who he mocked, who he teased. Only caring about
one thing: himself...
Now as I pull him into my living room by the chain that was secured tightly around his balls, All it took was one quick glance at his now freshly smoothed crotch and the cylinder cock cage sealed on the the fuck rod he adored for me burst into a load shriek of laughter.
That cage had been sealed around his young dick for a little over a month. Never once has he felt the pleasure of an orgasm, or a nice, warm caressing touch on his junk. Instead, I'm teaching him that his cock and his body doesn't belong to him, and that it was never meant to give him pleasure.
Knowing how desperate he must of feeling with an overwhelming sense of frustration and need, and knowing how he'll do just about anything to feel 'normal' again. I don't even have to order him anymore. The boy knows exactly what to do.
He'll start by getting down on his knees, crawling towards me, and putting that velvet-like throat around my member and get straight to work. Sucking. Slurping. Licking. Doing everything he possibly can to please me, to keep me on edge. Realising, he's not the priority. He never was. It's all about me...
And when the boy senses I'm close, that's it's getting harder and harder to maintain my poseur. He immediately pulls out and stands with his hands behind his head, turns around, bends over presenting his boy-pussy begging me to fuck him, to take him, to claim him, and as my leaking cock finds its way past his tight little hole then the load, involuntary, uncomfortable moans of pure hunger and need come roaring out, right up until my hot creamy seed floods his guts.
And even as my cum is still leaking out of his hole, he straight away gets back down on his knees, wraps his mouth around my shaft once more, eagerly awaiting my nectar of golden liquid from my post-fuck piss...
Every time I look at him down on his knees willing to serve, I know that one day soon they'll come a day where he forgets his dick, entirely, and serve me not because of the potential to cum, but because it's who he is.
And when that day inevitably comes, when his cock is no longer needed...ire happily inform him that the cage is permanently sealed...
Now as I pull him into my living room by the chain that was secured tightly around his balls, All it took was one quick glance at his now freshly smoothed crotch and the cylinder cock cage sealed on the the fuck rod he adored for me burst into a load shriek of laughter.
That cage had been sealed around his young dick for a little over a month. Never once has he felt the pleasure of an orgasm, or a nice, warm caressing touch on his junk. Instead, I'm teaching him that his cock and his body doesn't belong to him, and that it was never meant to give him pleasure.
Knowing how desperate he must of feeling with an overwhelming sense of frustration and need, and knowing how he'll do just about anything to feel 'normal' again. I don't even have to order him anymore. The boy knows exactly what to do.
He'll start by getting down on his knees, crawling towards me, and putting that velvet-like throat around my member and get straight to work. Sucking. Slurping. Licking. Doing everything he possibly can to please me, to keep me on edge. Realising, he's not the priority. He never was. It's all about me...
And when the boy senses I'm close, that's it's getting harder and harder to maintain my poseur. He immediately pulls out and stands with his hands behind his head, turns around, bends over presenting his boy-pussy begging me to fuck him, to take him, to claim him, and as my leaking cock finds its way past his tight little hole then the load, involuntary, uncomfortable moans of pure hunger and need come roaring out, right up until my hot creamy seed floods his guts.
And even as my cum is still leaking out of his hole, he straight away gets back down on his knees, wraps his mouth around my shaft once more, eagerly awaiting my nectar of golden liquid from my post-fuck piss...
Every time I look at him down on his knees willing to serve, I know that one day soon they'll come a day where he forgets his dick, entirely, and serve me not because of the potential to cum, but because it's who he is.
And when that day inevitably comes, when his cock is no longer needed...ire happily inform him that the cage is permanently sealed...
