Submissive bi-male who loves the fantasies of serving my beautiful wife in many ways. In my perfect world I would be naked except for the cage around my dick. Forced manual labor is what crave, working in the garden and fields like a slave from the plantations of the early 1800's. At night being locked in the kennel in the yard or the barn with the livestock. Watching through a crack in the wall as she has a relaxing evening with friends on the deck then retires inside to do whatever she chooses. Repeat day in and day out, sexual release comes seldom and usually in a humiliating way. Maybe for every orgasm I provide her and her friends, male or female, gets me one stroke of my cock. I was raised on a farm and in my youth when nobody was around I would get naked. I would make work for my self then when completed I would beat off. Some days I would be crawling through on hands and knees of the cattle or hog pens, filled with all sorts of filth, rolling in the mess getting it in every crack a crevice I had. Making bets with myself if I can spend an hour in a hog crate naked with other pigs I could beat off, if not then I would have to do it again for twice as long. Maybe I was fantasizing that I was a young bull caught in the cattle shoot being inspected for breeding capability and general health. So needless to say I know where and when my fetish began, live life like a possession, an animal that works to please it's owner.
Bound, blindfolded and exposing his locked boy bits. The exposure feels better than he imagined. His nature is finally being fed. He realizes it's best if he has no choices. If his cock is locked and if he's in service to a real man. Acceptance is a wonderful thing. Well done boy. It took you some time to get here, but you're here. There's nothing wrong with being a caged fag.
We’re out here in the middle of no where up in the mountains. No one can see or hear you. Enjoy the night I’ll check up on you in the morning and get you prepared for your chores