Here we see a momentary exchange in where the balance of power is obvious to everyone, but each is waiting for the other to act on it. The two in the foreground have spotted an untrained faggot in the wild, who is distracted with the presence of two real men. These two know these types of boys are safer off the streets and into proper care. The kind with ropes, and chastity devices.
“Oh that was a loud groan. That feel good, big stud? Your full balls are nice n tight. Well, I guess three days of edging has that effect. Ah, there we go… come for me…wow, you made such a big load with only just a couple strokes! And you said on the internet that faggots are gross, that men shouldn’t touch each-other sexually, and how wrong and disgusting it was… and here you ejaculating because of one! Funny how life works. Well, you’re going to get your wish though. Once that chastity device goes on, we’re only to take it off once a month for cleaning.”
The captor was right. By day three of arousal restriction, the young stud would dream of that strong hand milking his cock and giving him release. His own dick would in response swell up against the cage’s confines, leaving him frustrating and full of self-hatred.
Here, a master squeezes a handful of the property he just bought…a painful reminder to the boy that his cock balls don’t belong to him anymore and that he only gets to keep them because his master wants it that way.
What’s worse? The anticipation, being alone in your thoughts, or the sounds of boots growing nearer?