Hypnosismanxx

I don’t know what to do anymore. He used to let me out of it every once in a while. Now every time I ask him to let me have the key he just says, “A caged boy is a good boy.“ I can’t even talk to anybody about it. What would I say?

He hated these check-in pics because each time he saw himself caged it chipped away at his resistance to what was being done to him. Each time he saw his cock locked up, it became a little more normal. A little more like something he expected to see. It wasn’t a surprise anymore to see himself like this. He knew this because that’s why his boyfriend told him he had him take the pics. He didn’t even try to hide the psychology of it. He wanted him to fully participate in his transformation and to know what each request was doing to him psychologically. He was being turned into a hole. The feeling of the cage was addicting, but what it and his boyfriend were doing to him was so much more. 

He knows it’s all too perfect but he can’t help himself. He’s giving himself away and it’s like he has no choice. Perfectly shaved. Perfect pinstriped suit. Perfect shirt and tie. It might’ve all just been serendipity but then he had to go and pick out that pocket square. When you look at all of it then you see those kissable, cock sucking lips and it all comes together. He looks so darn good and he looks like a fag. He’s caged of course. The sexual energy oozes out of him. It has no outlet. He’s a boy dressed like a man, but he’s no man.

What’s the matter fag boy? Events of the past weekend catching up with you? Having a hard time with the memory of what went on? Haha. Don’t be ashamed. You enjoyed it as much as I did. Can you still taste my piss in your mouth? Can you feel my cum in your hole? Can you see yourself eating out of that dog bowl I made you buy? You should’ve seen the look on your face when I put your food in it, laid it on the floor, and told you to eat. Haha. You’ll get through this, don’t worry. That’s what the cage is for. It will bring you back to what you are. Before, you had fleeting thoughts of submission that went away. Now, you have fleeting thoughts of manhood that will go away. I’m looking forward to seeing you tonight sweetheart. Have a great day.

He just told all of them that I’m wearing a cage. I can’t believe he just did that, but I’m kinda glad he did. They all see the smirk on my face and know it’s true. He really violated my privacy but I kinda like that he did it. It’s a kink I say, and laugh. Haha. A few hours is a kink he says. I few weeks is something else. I can feel myself getting flush. I’m mad but not really. They know what I am now. What a relief.

He always loved these breaks. They gave him a chance to check in with Sir and be what he truly was, a submissive. During the day he had to be the professional boss. He would of course feel the cage between his legs every now and again but he had to ignore it so he could get his job done. When he was on a break though he could be himself. He could just be the boy. The cage felt so good under his suit. He wanted them all to know but Sir said the money was too good. He needed to act the part. It was all in service to his Master and that made it all worthwhile. When he gets home it’s always the same ritual. He slips off his suit, hangs it up, stands in front of the mirror and looks at himself naked in his cage. He then smiles, puts on his collar, and starts making dinner. Good Boy!

You’re young and you’re in bed and for whatever the reason you find yourself taking this position. It’s unconscious. It feels natural and good. You don’t know why and you don’t even really think about it. It just happens and you go with it. All is well and then after a month or so it starts to come to you. Not all at once but slowly, naturally. You wonder if you’re gay but of course only to yourself. You resist but keep coming back to the question and the position. It starts to feel really good. Whether you know it or not it’s over. You were born like this. Resistance is futile so enjoy it. Gay is step one. Bottom is step two. Submissive is step three and of course the cage is step four.

He met them online. Two Tops was a fantasy of his. A month later they were a thrupple. He was locked in a cage and his every moment was controlled and scripted by his owners. They were always dressed well but with subtle differences. For example, he never got a straight tie. Fags wear bow ties they said. The spankings were initially difficult but he’s used to them now. He was a needy bottom but they changed him. His is now a life of service to his owners and even if he wanted to leave, he wouldn’t know how. He’s desperate for release but he knows the cage stays on. After all, he’s a fag.

This pic is on our night stand. He always grabs it when I ask to be let out of my cage and says, “This is the last pic from when we were equals.” He’s right of course. We were at my sisters wedding and when we got back to the hotel he gave me a present. It was a little box with the cage I’m wearing now. We’d been dating a few months and talked about our kinks a couple days before. I never imagined this would really be my life, but it is. After he shows me the picture and says what he always says he grabs my cage, tugs on it and then says go make us breakfast faggot, and I do.

When you’re caged, you don’t get hard, you get wet. Your hole becomes thirsty for cock. Thirsty for penetration. It’s a huge benefit to being a fag. Isn’t it, boy. Your cock is locked. Your hole is sloppy. You’re biologically male but sexually a faggot. You’re happy, finally. Submit and serve my fellow fags. It’s the only path to peace.

Well done boy. Every man should have a perfectly suited servant….like you. That’s what you are now. Submit and set yourself free!