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| My mutt's caged meat |
Had the boy shower this morning, with soap and shampoo, and he was instructed to fuck himself with the phallus while he showered. he did as directed, then locked himself in his cock cage.
This afternoon he was instructed to reshower, this time he was to completely shave off his pubic hair. I had trimmed him up last weekend but he's now shaved smooth and recaged. I absolutely love watching him swell and drip while he's restrained.
he just asked to use the toilet, like he should.
he's such a good little fag boy.
As I watched, I told him to show Me. He knew what I meant. He stood and pulled his shorts down to show Me my semi-hard meat. he was instructed to place the dried piss-soaked jock over his head and as he should, he obeyed. While he chewed and sucked on the jock, he played with his nipples and stroked for Me.
My boy.
I directed him to wet his fingers and touch My hole and he moaned as I watched him follow my directives. I watched My boy take pleasure in touching My body, My meat, My hole as he passionately performed for me and obeyed My commands.
I asked him if he was a good boy.
he said, "Yes."
When he released, he bathed his groin with cum.
I asked him again, to tell Me what he was.
he replied, "i'm a good boy. Your good boy."
he is My thrall, My piece of meat, My property.
Yes, he is My good boy.
As I stood in the driveway, unzipped, by the shadows and light of the nearby houses I could see him approaching. he turned his hat backwards as he crouched down in front of me. Instinctively he placed his hands behind his head as I entered his mouth but I did not stand before him to be sucked off. I had other intentions.
I held his head with one hand, keeping him still, as I held my cock with the other, and as the first light stream escaped he eagerly opened his mouth. Yet, though I knew he wanted to drink, I wanted to mark him. Still in a t-shirt and shorts, I aimed for his chest. Shots burst from my cock, and he moaned when he felt himself being covered. I aimed for his face and mouth and let a few streams cross his lips. In controlled bursts I shot and when he took me in his mouth he received and swallowed.
With a pat on the back of his head to signify I was done, he stood. I kissed him and told him he was a good boy. I ran my hand up and under his t-shirt and rubbed my piss across his chest. My dirty pig boy. I worked my hand down to his crotch, which was wet enough for him to know where he belonged and found him swollen. I grabbed My meat and told him he was to go inside, go to bed, and take care of it. he knew what I meant and he knew he needed to obey. I knew he wanted to obey.
he did as directed, as a good boy should, and slept covered with my piss and a layer of cum drying on My body.
Laying back on the bed, with the metal cock cage in My hand, I asked him if he wanted it. He moaned and without hesitation he replied, "Yes."
I told him he needed to show me he wanted it. Naked, except for the leash affixed to his collar, he knew what I meant and straddle my body. My meat dripped and he grabbed it firmly in his hand. I told him to show me and he immediately began stroking it in front of Me. I smiled and asked him if he knew what this did for Me. He stated that yes, he thought he knew.
Earlier in the day, while I drove us home after purchasing his cage, I told him to take My meat out. With his cock pulled out of his pants, he held the cage in his other hand. I wanted him to feel the heft of the cool metal as I watched him swell. I told him that he needed to be absolutely sure that this is what he wanted, to give himself in this manner...to submit to the extent that he knew I would control his cock by locking him in the restraint. I told him that I considered this to be more meaningful than a tag, a collar or a chain, this was a level of submission symbolizing My control over his body. he stated that yes, this is what he wanted.
Now hovering over me on the bed, he twisted and tugged on his nipples as he spit in his palm and continued stroking for Me. he knew he needed to release before I would place the cage on him.
Yes, he knows it thrills me to watch him display My body in front of me. To jerk and stroke My property, the body that I own and control, pleases me very much. I coaxed him waiting to see him erupt. I touched him, held him and watched. his strokes became more intense as our gaze intensified. I fed him the empty cage. As anticipated, he blew. And as directed he wiped the warm cum on My body.
I placed the metal ring around his shaft. I then held the cage and with slow deliberation I inserted My softening cock into the device. With a simple twist the lock completed the union of adjoining the base to the shaft.
Mine.
I then began to play with him. Licking, chewing, sucking, rubbing him as I watched him react - growing hard again within the confines of the smooth shiny metal. he would quickly learn how to adjust himself - physically, as well as mentally and emotionally, to know he was completely in My control.
Slighty crouched with my shorts pulled down just enough to expose my ass and My mutt behind me. he immediately dove in and licked. his stubbled jaw scraping against my stubbled crack and his spit soaked tongue lathered my hole. he chewed and pushed and I reached back to spread and open Myself for him to delve further into Me. he panted and slurped. his place, yet not his only purpose. he pleases me very much. How wonderful My life is to have My thrall service Me - not only through the sensual and physical act but with his eagerness and vigor in eating My ass.
Last night when we went to bed he was instructed to encass himself with soft black boxer briefs. he was told to add another layer of confinement, over the underwear, by binding his crotch with a simple harness made of rope. he followed directives, as he should.
Now with a layer of fabric enveloping My cock, edged and framed by the rope, I instructed him to grind My meat into the mattress. While he was still awake, I wanted him to experience the sensation of swelling when being confined in this manner. he was then told to sleep as I said good night.
I am now waking him to find how he slept for the first time being constrained and restricted at this level. I imagine his noctural erections would be limited from being completely and fully realized. Hopefully he is learning to appreciate the sense of restraint, the giving of submission, while feeling My power and control.
When he awoke, he asked if he could unbind. I knew he needed to piss. And as predicted, he reported he felt the restraint during the night, not being able to completely harden, due to the layers of binding. he woke in the night finding his hand on My meat and his other hand holding his chain. he described the experience as mildly uncomfortable - like trying to piss with a hard-on. I am smiling...as that is exactly what I wanted him to feel, as we grow ever closer to completely locking My meat in a full-blown cock cage.
