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I could see his every muscle clearly defined through the thin fabric. I promise I'll stop... Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” Already the words came as naturally to me as breathing.
“Your pitiful little gay cock will be locked up in a chastity cage. He was just so cool, so confident, and it seemed like his desires were the perfect complement to mine: he obviously wanted a feminized slavegirl as badly as I wanted to be one.
He roughly grasped my chin with his tanned, calloused fingers and pushed my head from side to side. "We'll see how much you mean it. Tears welled in my eyes again. Even in my nice suit and pink tie, I felt underdressed. When he turned around to close the blinds on the living room windows, I could see that his ass was firm enough to rival a porn star’s.
“Did I say you could look, slave?” His commanding voice sent shivers down my spine.
I shook my head.
You may answer.”
“Good slave! “I think I’ll give you a new name, to mark the day that you became my gay chastity pet. It was a pink chastity device, made from hard silicone. I was already rock hard, just thinking about it. The silicone was cool, but not uncomfortably so. I would just wait in vain for a call that would never come for the rest of my life.
But Master had always been true, and I true to him.
Later that week, I jerked off, as I had known I would. Before, where I had a penis -- small, sure, but well-used, by myself if not the ladies -- I now had only a short gray tube of inert metal. Sean.
At first, it was just like any other time. But Master, please, I'll go crazy!"
Sean sighed, as if bored. If you had put it on incorrectly and then locked it, it probably would have cut your little boy-clit clean off.
He gave me his address and told me to meet him there in three days, at noon, wearing my laciest and frilliest pair of underwear.
Three days later, I was there. There was no way to remove the thing short of tearing off my trapped genitals.
Tears welled in my eyes, and I felt true fear as the enormity of what I'd done to myself set in. Within seconds, my knees were in pain.
So you’d better get started right away, shouldn’t you, slave?”
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