for big bro

We chit chatted over the drink and got more comfortable with each other. He 'asked' me to go back to his place and I did. He caged me and then fucked me. The next morning he said, "I can take off the cage if you like, but please know I will never talk to you or be with you when you aren't caged." I was still a bit surprised at how he managed me given I was older and bigger. I actually started to strain in the cage. I said, "I have one that fits better at home. How about I take this one off and put mine on when I get home. Next time I see you I can give you the keys." He thought a bit and said, "I'm not sure if you've ever served a younger man, but you know as well as I do that it's not what you look like, it's what you think like. You will serve me, boy. You said you like to cook. I'll come for dinner and you can give me the keys then." I nodded my head and said, "Yes, Sir." He replied, "Good boy."

He asked me to dinner and I thought sure, he's fun. I didn't even realize we were on a date until I found myself at his place at the end of the evening for a "night cap". He grabbed my hand, pulled me toward him and started kissing me. I fell right into it. It felt so good. I rose effortlessly. Much more natural than the women I'd been with. He reached for my crotch. As he grabbed my cock I started to writhe. He smiled and said, "Seems you like what we're doing. I'm glad. We'll fix this at some point in the future but for now lets explore and see what's what.

We moved to the bedroom, got naked and before I knew it he was between my legs. I instinctively raised them to expose my hole. He said, "Good boy," as probed my hole. I melted. I was a puddle of need. "Let's pop that cherry. What do you say boy?" I couldn't speak, so just nodded yes. He lubed up his cock and inched his way into me. I was rough until he got in and then it was heaven. He pumped me slowly and then quickened the pace. Tears streamed out of my eyes. He whispered, "Faggot," into my ear and we both came. I could feel his cum pulse into me, as I made a mess all over myself. I started to cry like a baby and he held me. He later explained that I got cunted. A great achievement for a newly minted boy. "It's the sort of experience that enables rapid acceptance," he said.

When I left the next morning, he kissed me and said, "I think we're starting something special boy. I hope you agree." I said, "I do but honestly, I don't know what to think. This was a lot all at once. I need time to process it all." He nodded in understanding.

"Then we're gonna warm up the inside," he said. I glanced at the table and the array of tools he had laid out. The biggest one I had taken last time was the smallest one this time.

Do you think I could cum this time? It’s been forever.

I’m pretty sure it’s only been three days faggot, and no, wanting to cum and getting to cum are two different things. If you’re lucky you’ll squirt while I’m fucking you. Otherwise your lockup is five days. Besides you look great in your cage and we both know you need it. Discipline is something that’s been lacking. It’s time you dedicated yourself to something more important than getting off. Serving me should be your focus and don’t ask me again.