Another pic of my locked dicklet. I’m on day 4. I don’t know why but I just love looking at it. I love seeing it filling the cage when I’m hard and when there’s room left when I’m soft. I like how my balls look all stretched. I love chastity so much.
“A place for everything, and everything in its place.” I think you look good locked too, boy. Nice and snug. I hope your keyholder gave it a kiss goodnight.
‘You were complaining that penetrative sex is boring, so perhaps this might make things a little more interesting for you! You’ll be untied when you’re hard. Maybe.“
Only the fifth day and still as hot as the first day
It feels hot and right because it is hot and right… it’s how you belong, locked up in metal and shaved. Love shots of guys cupping themselves like this in contemplation.
A submissive languishing with no one to hold the other end of the leash is an unfortunate situation. He just wants someone to keep him, to cherish him, teach him, but there’s no one to take the lead. No one to keep him warm at night, no one to appreciate his cooking, no one to control his cock. Won’t someone consider him? He’ll be a good boy, he promises.
Any of my writer readers want to take him home?
A talented cocksucker with a loose throat. Adore it when subs get a good grip on their top’s balls and squeeze. Who really has the power here?
Inspection time. Even through the plastic, the boy attempts to harden at being handled.
I gave him my sketchbook to look over for approval. We were studying anatomy in class, and I had been working on my male nudes for weeks. As with anything a person creates, the more you work on it the harder it is to look at it objectively. I asked this senior art student again because he had a particular way of measuring skill. I keep my eyes fixed on his cock hanging flaccid between his legs… if he gets hard at all, that would mean my drawings were realistic, erotic. If not, that means I have more improvement to do. After several long minutes, his penis begins to stiffen. I lick my lips. It only gets half erect before he shuts the sketchbook and tosses it onto the ottoman, “You’re getting better,” he says in approval, ‘Big difference in the first and last sketches.“
"T..thank you,” I reply, a bit flustered. Watching his dick had me all hot n bothered, “You wouldn’t mind if it… you know…with my mouth…?”
He smirks at me, “Well you earned that boner might as well enjoy it.”
I drop to my knees and push the ottoman out of the way. My hands cramp enough holding pencils all day. My mouth is more than happy to work that copious flesh between his legs to full mast.
Beautiful, big slick cock.
“Please….let me cum… I’m so horny, please I need to cum…”
“No, boy, Just let it drip. You’ve still got another hour of edging left, I want you crazed with horniness and leaking a river… should have enough time for that before we have to leave to meet your friends at the restaurant. Stop whimpering. Come back over here and give those balls to me.”
