He’s moving slowly, hoping for some indication that he doesn’t really have to take it off and let everyone know his cock is locked away. He’s going to add another week to his sentence if he doesn’t pick up the pace.
He’s moving slowly, hoping for some indication that he doesn’t really have to take it off and let everyone know his cock is locked away. He’s going to add another week to his sentence if he doesn’t pick up the pace.
The bondage was just a friendly dare. A “let’s see who can escape faster” game.
Jonah eventually agreeing to wear a chastity cage would be the result of hours of edging, tickling, and, if necessary, post-orgasm glans polishing.
I hadn’t really expected him to show, but I’m so glad he did. As soon as his clothes are all locked in the suitcase, I’ll text him with directions about where to go next. And if he doesn’t want to try to run home naked, he’ll be leaving his phone there and climbing into the currently unlocked trunk of the blue sedan conveniently located about fifty feet away.
He may need to miss out on whatever else he has planned for the foreseeable future, but I won’t pester him with that until he pulls the trunk lid closed.
John? You all right, dude?
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OK, guys, he’s definitely out. Help me get him in the truck.
Every day he lets me touch it for a minute.
Every day, he tells me that if I’m willing to let him lock mine in the cage he bought, someday he might let me stroke it directly.
The rule of the house was that anyone who passed out drunk in the living room would wake up naked.
No one had bothered to mention that to Tim, but ignorance is no excuse.