I guess this weekend will be my first weekend wearing a chastity cage. Been a pretty significant turn of events this past month. I lost my job and had to move in with a friend. I couldn’t afford my rent and my parents wouldn’t let me move back in. I always knew my friend was gay and that he was interested in me, but never thought he’d put conditions on helping me out. He said “If you’re going to be an unemployed house boy, you’re going to dress like one and do chores like one.” Honestly, I knew I was playing on his interest in me by asking him, but I never imagined he’d say I needed to wear a cage. I was out of options though and honestly didn’t really think it was going to be that big a deal, but after two days I can feel myself changing.
He told me he wanted to see me in my underwear before he went to work this morning. I didn’t really know what to do, but walked out like this. He smiled and said, “Wow. Never really imagined you’d have faggoty underwear, but I always thought there was another side to you. We’ll see if the cage brings it out. I left you a list of chores on the kitchen table. Let’s meet for happy hour after work. I’ll text you where. When you were unpacking I noticed you had some skinny jeans. Wear those.” I wasn’t even sure why I kept those things. They’re beyond out of style. I knew instantly why he wanted me to wear them, of course. The outline of my cage was likely to show. I replied, “That’s kind of a big ask. I’m still getting used to this. I don’t really think I’m ready for that sort of exposure.” He said, “I understand. If you don’t want to wear them, just stay here and I’ll be back afterwards. If you want to drink for free all night though, be a good boy and wear your skinny jeans.” He then gave me a very stern smile and left.
He texted me the place later and it was a gay bar so I kind of figured no big deal. I wouldn’t know anybody and no one would know me. You could in fact see the outline of my cage under my skinny jeans, but I just couldn’t sit home all night long. He introduced me to his friends as his boy and overtime that’s exactly what I became. Everyone was looking at my crotch, whispering and smiling. The next Friday he referred to me as a faggot and I’d begun to feel like one so I didn’t complain. The friday after that he fucked me when we got home and I came in my cage. When we woke up Saturday, he took me to the salon, and I got waxed from the hips down. I’m a hairless caged faggot. It’s better than I would have thought.
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