NYC boy

No it doesn't.

I fought it hard. I really did. Eventually, though I just gave up and gave in. I’ll never forget it. We were on our way to the gala and he really wanted me to wear it under my tuxedo. He was exasperated. Finally, he looked me right in the eye and said, “I don’t know what to tell you. They wouldn’t make chastity cages if there weren’t boys like you that needed to wear them.” There was something about the way he said it. I had a few questions which were more performative than anything. Then he put the cage on my cock and locked me up. I’m a caged faggot. It feels really good under my tux. I can't wait for him to fuck me what we get home.

I love when he has me wear pinstripes. There’s just something about them that make me happy I'm a caged faggot. I was wearing pinstripes the night he caged me. I’ll never forget it. He locked me up and then had me get dressed. He tapped my cage, kissed me and whispered in my ear. He said, “You’re my faggot. Don’t ever forget that. Whenever you are having a tough time or are unsure, text me, call me, or just take a deep breath and remind yourself that you are owned. You are my faggot.” He's always been there for me. I am his faggot. Thank you Sir!

All the way boy. Show everyone your caged boy cock. Show everyone how you roll. Show everyone what you are.

Of course I’m caged. I’m not gay. I’m a faggot. There’s a difference. I didn’t realize what it was until he locked me up. I remember saying to him after a week, “This is totally different than just being gay.” He laughed and said, “Gay boys get to make decision. Fags follow the decisions others make.” He’s so right. When he said it, I actually started to try to get hard in my cage, which of course was impossible and also felt wonderful.

Clearly, this boy has been well trained. He’s collared and as his Master puts the ball gag in his mouth, he very naturally opens his mouth and accepts it. This particular situation seems to be more for punishment than anything else, but who cares why. He’s a fag, do whatever you.

My girlfriend dumped me two weeks ago. Now I’m hairless and waiting for her brother to cage me. When I met her parents, her father looked at her and said, “He’s more your brothers speed, don’t you think?” I didn’t know what he was talking about but I do now. I’m a fag and today I’m going to get caged and start living like one.

Stop fighting it faggot. Just cause you’re taller doesn’t mean you’re the man. You know you want it. Take a deep breath boy. Here it comes.