“Wow….”
“Now look at that.”
“I can’t believe that’s actually my cock.” I watch him cup it and examine himself in the mirror. “Gosh, look how big my balls look! Oh I love this.”
“See, this is what happens when you trust yourself to a man that adores you and takes care of you,” I explain, running my hands over his shoulders and down his arms. “I look just like all those beautiful boys at the club,” he marvels, “Just like them.”
I know his jealously streak runs a mile wide. Everyone we go there, he just gives the other locked boys longing looks because he wants to feel pretty and cute and sexy too, but with his huge bush and long cock prone to random boners, he often felt the opposite. He wanted to join the crowd, make other Masters drool over his nubile, chaste body. I think mostly he wanted other Masters to be jealous that he was mine.
“My PA stands out more too,” he notes. “Damn this is amazing. I feel like a harem boy or something, Sir. Do I look hot to you?”
“I’ve spent the last hour cleaning and handling your cock before locking it away, how horny do you think I am right now?”
He grins. “I can’t thank you enough Sir for buying me a chastity cage. It feels so…so right. May I give you a blowjob? In thanks?”
He’s never offered to do that before. Marvelous how quickly a good cage can reroute the psyche. “You may. It was an expensive cage, you can work it off with your tongue. Now get down there, my cock is gonna burst.”
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Caption is fictional. Photo from zaxaph.