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He wants YOU to lovingly use him, lovingly abuse him, objectify him, humiliate him, manipulate him, deny him, and to reap the benefits and rewards of enslaving him to you. He wants and needs YOU to love your life, your power, his submission, and to love him.

With your loving dominance, his submission will subtly change from a gift he offers you to a demand of yours that he must fulfill. Dispell his notion that he is offering his submission to you, and make sure he understands that you are TAKING his submission and him. There is a subtle, but very powerful difference. It takes time, effort, and trust to reach your goal of his absolute surrender to you and your authority.

The apartment smelled faintly of vanilla candles and the sharp, intimate musk of five young women who’d spent the afternoon laughing, drinking rosé, and plotting. Phil knelt in the center of the living room rug, wrists cuffed behind his back, steel chastity cage gleaming under the soft lamp light. His cock had been trying—and failing—to get hard for the last three days. The girls called it “the permanent pout.”

Mia, his girlfriend, straddled his lap without warning, thighs clamping his ribs. She wore nothing but black lace boyshorts already darkened at the crotch from the heat of the evening. “You’ve been such a good little locked boy this week,” she purred, grinding once against the unyielding metal. “So we decided you deserve a proper welcome to your new duties.”

The other four—Lena, Sophie, Tara, and Jade—circled like pleased predators. They’d all known Phil since college; now they knew exactly how small and desperate his caged dick looked when it throbbed uselessly.

“First lesson,” Mia announced, lifting herself so her soaked panties hovered an inch above his mouth. “Open.”

Phil obeyed. She peeled the damp fabric aside and stuffed the crotch straight between his teeth, the taste of her arousal flooding his tongue—salty, tangy, unmistakably her. The girls giggled as she tied the leg holes behind his head in a makeshift gag.

“Smell that?” Lena teased, stepping forward in bare feet. She pressed her toes against his nose. “I’ve been walking around barefoot all day just for you.” She dragged her sole slowly down his face, letting him inhale the warm, slightly salty skin before pushing her big toe past the panty-gag and into his mouth alongside the fabric. “Suck. Clean between them.”

He did, tongue working frantically while Mia reached back and flicked the cage with one sharp fingernail. The tiny vibration made him whimper into Lena’s foot.

Sophie was next. She dropped onto the couch, legs spread wide, and crooked a finger. “Crawl.” Phil shuffled forward on his knees, gag dripping now. She lifted one foot and rested it on his forehead, pinning him in place while she used the other to trace lazy circles over the steel bars. “Feel how full those balls are? They’re practically purple. Too bad the only thing getting any attention tonight is your tongue.”

Tara and Jade moved in tandem. Tara sat on the arm of the couch and peeled off her thong—red, visibly wet—then balled it up and pressed it into Phil’s already-stuffed mouth on top of Mia’s. “Double gag for double the naughty,” she said sweetly. Jade knelt behind him, reached between his thighs, and cupped his swollen, aching balls. She squeezed just enough to make his eyes water, then let her fingertips dance feather-light over the straining skin behind the cage.

Mia finally stood, turned, and lowered herself. “Time for the main event.” She settled her full weight onto his face, ass cheeks enveloping his nose and mouth, the used panties still crammed inside so he could only breathe her through the thin, soaked cotton barrier. She rocked slowly, smearing her wetness across his cheeks and chin while the others took turns tormenting his cage—flicking, tapping, stroking the bars with long nails, even pressing a cold wine glass against the metal just to watch him jerk.

“Such a pathetic little slave toy,” Mia moaned above him, grinding harder. “Locked up, gagged with our dirty panties, face buried in my pussy, and not a single chance of coming. This is what naughty boys get.”

Lena straddled his chest now, pinning him flat while Mia rode his face. She fed him her toes again, making him lick the arches while Sophie and Tara took selfies—his flushed, glistening face barely visible beneath Mia’s ass, cage glistening with pre-cum that would never be rewarded.

Jade leaned close to his ear. “We’re keeping you like this all weekend. Every time one of us needs to come, you’re the seat. Every time our feet are tired, you’re the footstool. And every single second that cage stays on, we’re going to remind you how useless that little thing is.”

Mia came with a low, satisfied shudder, flooding his mouth even through the gag. When she finally lifted off, strings of her wetness clung to his lips and nose. She looked down at him, eyes glittering.

“Welcome to your new life, baby. You’re not getting out of that cage until we’re bored of hearing you whimper.”

The girls laughed, already reaching for their phones to set a group timer.

“Next round in ten minutes,” Sophie said brightly. “Who wants his tongue first?”

The second evening started with the same circle of candles, but the air felt heavier, thicker with anticipation. Phil was already on all fours in the middle of the rug, wrists still cuffed behind his back, ankles now spread and secured to short chains bolted into the floorboards. The steel cage between his legs looked even smaller tonight—his cock had given up trying to swell hours ago and simply throbbed in futile pulses, a constant, humiliating reminder.

Mia stood over him first, barefoot, wearing nothing but the black harness she’d buckled on while the others watched. The dildo jutting from her hips was thick, black, veined, and deliberately oversized—eight inches of unforgiving silicone that made Phil’s eyes widen the moment he saw it. She stroked it lazily with one hand, the other reaching down to flick his cage so hard the metal rang like a bell.

“Look at that sad little thing,” she cooed. “Still trying to get hard after two days of us using your mouth as furniture? Pathetic.” She stepped closer, letting the tip of the strap-on brush his cheek, leaving a faint slick trail of lube. “Open wide, baby. You’re going to warm it up for me.”

Phil’s mouth parted automatically. Mia fed him the head slowly, inch by inch, until his lips stretched around the girth and his throat fluttered in protest. The girls laughed softly as she held his head in place, rocking just enough to make him gag wetly around the silicone.

Lena knelt beside him, her fingers slipping under the cage to cradle his swollen, aching balls. “These feel like they’re about to burst,” she murmured, rolling them gently, then squeezing until he whimpered around the dildo. “Too bad the only thing getting fucked tonight is your mouth… and maybe your ass later, if you’re very, very good.”

Sophie and Tara had taken positions on either side. Sophie peeled off her thong—still damp from earlier—and dangled it in front of his nose while Mia fucked his face in slow, deliberate strokes. “Breathe it in,” Sophie ordered. “That’s what a real pussy smells like. Yours is locked away forever, remember?” Tara reached back and pinched one of his nipples hard, twisting until tears pricked his eyes.

Jade stayed behind him, one hand lazily tracing circles around his exposed hole with a single lubed finger. “He’s clenching already,” she reported with a delighted giggle. “Think he’s scared or just desperate?” She pressed the tip inside, shallow, teasing, never enough to satisfy. “Don’t worry, we’ll stretch you properly… eventually. After you’ve earned it by taking every inch of Mia’s cock like the needy little slut you are.”

Mia pulled out suddenly, strings of saliva connecting his lips to the glistening strap-on. She wiped it across his face, smearing spit and lube over his cheeks and nose. “Such a messy boy,” she mocked. “Now beg for it. Beg me to fuck your ass while your useless caged dick drips on the floor.”

Phil’s voice cracked, muffled and hoarse. “Please… please fuck me, Mia. I need it. I’ll be good, I swear—”

The room erupted in soft, cruel laughter.

“Wrong answer,” Mia said sweetly. She circled behind him, pressing the blunt head against his hole and holding it there, not pushing in, just letting him feel the stretch and pressure. “You don’t need anything. You deserve to be used. Say it.”

“I deserve to be used,” he gasped, hips twitching uselessly.

“Louder.”

“I deserve to be used!”

Mia rewarded him with the first slow inch, then stopped. She reached around and tapped the cage again, making him jolt. “Good boy. But here’s the fun part.” She leaned down, lips brushing his ear. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re crying… and then I’m going to stop right before you think you might come from it. Because naughty boys don’t get prostate orgasms. They get edged, ruined, and left leaking.”

She thrust in another inch, slow and merciless, while Lena knelt in front of him again, pressing her bare foot against his caged cock and grinding the sole against the bars. “Feel that?” Lena whispered. “That’s the closest your dick will ever get to being touched tonight.”

Sophie and Tara took turns feeding him their used panties again—stuffing one after another into his mouth until his cheeks bulged and he could barely breathe around the fabric soaked with their scents. Jade kept one finger buried in his ass now, curling just enough to graze his prostate without mercy, syncing the motion with Mia’s shallow thrusts.

Mia finally sank deeper, bottoming out with a satisfied sigh. Phil moaned brokenly into the gag of panties, body trembling. She started a slow rhythm—deep, punishing strokes that made his locked cock bounce helplessly between his thighs, pre-cum stringing down in long, pathetic threads.

“Watch how he leaks,” Tara laughed, pointing. “Not even hard and he’s crying like a faucet.”

Mia sped up, hips snapping, each thrust driving a muffled cry from him. She reached around and gripped the base of his cage, squeezing the metal so it bit into his skin. “You’re going to come like this, aren’t you? Ruined and dry, just from being fucked like a toy. Say thank you.”

He tried—muffled, desperate. “Th-thank you…”

She pulled out abruptly, leaving him empty and clenching around nothing. The sudden denial made him sob into the gag.

Mia patted his cheek. “Not yet. Maybe tomorrow. Or the day after. Depends how prettily you cry.”

The girls rearranged him onto his back, legs still spread wide, cage on full display. Lena straddled his face this time, lowering herself until his tongue could reach her through the mess of panties still crammed in his mouth. Sophie sat on his chest, pinning him, while Tara and Jade took turns flicking and stroking the cage with their nails—never enough pressure, never enough friction, just endless, giggling torment.

Mia stood above him, stroking the strap-on like it was an extension of her own pleasure. “Look at him,” she said to the room. “Locked, gagged with our dirty underwear, ass still gaping, cock dripping like a broken faucet. This is exactly where naughty boys belong.”

She knelt between his spread thighs, pressing the slick tip against his hole again. “Round two,” she announced brightly. “And this time we’re not stopping until he’s begging us to lock him up for another month.”

Phil’s muffled sob was the only answer they needed.

OMG! Your boyfriend looks soooo cute in his little chastity cage.

Oh, and look at what he is willing to do for you now.

I can only imagine my boyfriend humiliating himself like that.