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I don’t know what to do anymore. He used to let me out of it every once in a while. Now every time I ask him to let me have the key he just says, “A caged boy is a good boy.“ I can’t even talk to anybody about it. What would I say?
(via collar-cage, collar-cage, masterjosh)
I still can’t believe I ended up being a fag. All he does is fuck me and I just let him. I wanted something else, but it doesn’t really matter. This is the way it is. I have no clue how it happened.
He hated these check-in pics because each time he saw himself caged it chipped away at his resistance to what was being done to him. Each time he saw his cock locked up, it became a little more normal. A little more like something he expected to see. It wasn’t a surprise anymore to see himself like this. He knew this because that’s why his boyfriend told him he had him take the pics. He didn’t even try to hide the psychology of it. He wanted him to fully participate in his transformation and to know what each request was doing to him psychologically. He was being turned into a hole. The feeling of the cage was addicting, but what it and his boyfriend were doing to him was so much more. 
He was bartending at the hottest gay club in the city when he was approached by a well dressed man he now refers to as his handler. “We’ve been watching you for a couple months. You are very good and we’d like to take you to the next level. I run a private gentleman’s club that needs a new bartender, I think you’ll be perfect. You start tomorrow at 3:30. See you then.” Rather presumptuous he thought as he watched the man walk out. He was off the next day and figured what the heck, he’d give it a try.
He arrived the next day 15 minutes early. The man smiled and said “All the good ones show up early for work.” He was shown to the locker room and given the key locker number six. “You’ll find everything fits you perfectly. Put it all on, and I do mean all of it, and then come back out here.” Suit, tie, shirt, shoes, and to his surprise a chastity cage and a thin gold chain with a lock that had no key. He thought about the man’s words “and I do mean all of it“. Oh well he thought. Life’s an adventure. It took a bit to get the cage on as he’d never worn one, but he got it on. The locking mechanism was interesting and he actually liked the gold chain which of course he knew was really a collar. He looked at himself in the mirror before he walked out. He looked good and he felt good. 
When he went back out to meet the man, the man smiled. “Everything does fit perfectly doesn’t it?” He had him turn around and then he said he needed to check one thing as he grabbed his crotch and gave a squeeze to ensure the cage was installed. “Did you have any trouble with that he asked?” “Not too much. I figured it out.” “Good boy,” he said. “I’ll take the key.” He looked at him, could see the seriousness in the mans eyes, nodded, reached into his pocket and handed him the key. 
”You’re going to fit in well here. You will make five times the money you did before. You will work Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday will be your days off. You will be suited while you work and your wardrobe will be chosen for you. You’ll wear everything you find in your locker. You’ll be given the key to your chastity cage after your shift Sunday. You can keep it on or take it off. If you take it off, you will put it back on Thursday before work. The collar doesn’t come off. Do you understand boy?” He nodded and said, “Yes, Sir.” The man smiled and said said “Welcome to The Club.”
He knows it’s all too perfect but he can’t help himself. He’s giving himself away and it’s like he has no choice. Perfectly shaved. Perfect pinstriped suit. Perfect shirt and tie. It might’ve all just been serendipity but then he had to go and pick out that pocket square. When you look at all of it then you see those kissable, cock sucking lips and it all comes together. He looks so darn good and he looks like a fag. He’s caged of course. The sexual energy oozes out of him. It has no outlet. He’s a boy dressed like a man, but he’s no man.
The first time a man pushed into him he thought no. This isn’t who I am but he didn’t say anything. He let it happen and so it happened. I didn’t know what it would be but it wasn’t something that made him feel good. It was a month before he let it happen again. It felt better but still he thought, this is not who I am. The desire built again though and he found himself naked in bed with a man again. This time was different though. This man made him fell like a boy. He said things to him. He touched him in places and made him feel comfortable and cared for. It was magic. When they were done the man whispered in his ear, you just got cunted boy. How do you feel?
He wanted to be mad but all he could say was, I’ve never felt better Sir. The man smiled and they then spent the day together. A week later he was introduced to chastity. He was being trained and he didn’t even know it. He didn’t even know what was happening and that was probably a good thing. The man bought him nice clothes and told him that a proper boy wears a suit so he started wearing suits all the time. He also started to think of himself as a faggot. He tried to reject the thoughts but they made him feel good and just kept coming back. He felt as if he had no choices anymore. He listened to the voices in his head end he did whatever the man told him because that’s what made him feel good. It was a struggle from time to time but the man always knew what to say. I know it can be hard sometimes to accept he’d say, but this is who and what you are. Don’t deny yourself your destiny. Just let it in. Let yourself be the boy. Yes Sir he’d say with a smile.
What’s the matter fag boy? Events of the past weekend catching up with you? Having a hard time with the memory of what went on? Haha. Don’t be ashamed. You enjoyed it as much as I did. Can you still taste my piss in your mouth? Can you feel my cum in your hole? Can you see yourself eating out of that dog bowl I made you buy? You should’ve seen the look on your face when I put your food in it, laid it on the floor, and told you to eat. Haha. You’ll get through this, don’t worry. That’s what the cage is for. It will bring you back to what you are. Before, you had fleeting thoughts of submission that went away. Now, you have fleeting thoughts of manhood that will go away. I’m looking forward to seeing you tonight sweetheart. Have a great day.
He just told all of them that I’m wearing a cage. I can’t believe he just did that, but I’m kinda glad he did. They all see the smirk on my face and know it’s true. He really violated my privacy but I kinda like that he did it. It’s a kink I say, and laugh. Haha. A few hours is a kink he says. I few weeks is something else. I can feel myself getting flush. I’m mad but not really. They know what I am now. What a relief.
He always loved these breaks. They gave him a chance to check in with Sir and be what he truly was, a submissive. During the day he had to be the professional boss. He would of course feel the cage between his legs every now and again but he had to ignore it so he could get his job done. When he was on a break though he could be himself. He could just be the boy. The cage felt so good under his suit. He wanted them all to know but Sir said the money was too good. He needed to act the part. It was all in service to his Master and that made it all worthwhile. When he gets home it’s always the same ritual. He slips off his suit, hangs it up, stands in front of the mirror and looks at himself naked in his cage. He then smiles, puts on his collar, and starts making dinner. Good Boy!
He always did know how to fix things. I didn’t really wanna break up with him I just wanted the arguing to stop. He asked me how much I was willing to do to make that happen. Would I be willing to try anything? Yes, I said.
I’ve been wearing a cage for a month now and he was right, we don’t argue about anything. I’m totally devoted to him. I thought it was a stupid idea but I figured why not. Three days in the cage and all the sudden I could feel myself change. I love him so much. It’s so worth it. Put it on boys. Give him the key.
You’re young and you’re in bed and for whatever the reason you find yourself taking this position. It’s unconscious. It feels natural and good. You don’t know why and you don’t even really think about it. It just happens and you go with it. All is well and then after a month or so it starts to come to you. Not all at once but slowly, naturally. You wonder if you’re gay but of course only to yourself. You resist but keep coming back to the question and the position. It starts to feel really good. Whether you know it or not it’s over. You were born like this. Resistance is futile so enjoy it. Gay is step one. Bottom is step two. Submissive is step three and of course the cage is step four.
Sir never wanted him to go to work without fresh seed in him. He’d wake up, work out, eat shower and put on the clothes laid out for him. Then his Sir would find his way too him, tell him what a good boy he was, squeeze his cage and use his hole. He’d rub some cum on his face and then let him go to work.
He felt thoroughly used. He hasn’t cum in weeks. He loves these mornings. On his way out the door it was always the same goodbye, “Be a good fag today.” His dick would twitch in its cell and then he’d reply, “Yes, Sir.”
He met them online. Two Tops was a fantasy of his. A month later they were a thrupple. He was locked in a cage and his every moment was controlled and scripted by his owners. They were always dressed well but with subtle differences. For example, he never got a straight tie. Fags wear bow ties they said. The spankings were initially difficult but he’s used to them now. He was a needy bottom but they changed him. His is now a life of service to his owners and even if he wanted to leave, he wouldn’t know how. He’s desperate for release but he knows the cage stays on. After all, he’s a fag.
This pic is on our night stand. He always grabs it when I ask to be let out of my cage and says, “This is the last pic from when we were equals.” He’s right of course. We were at my sisters wedding and when we got back to the hotel he gave me a present. It was a little box with the cage I’m wearing now. We’d been dating a few months and talked about our kinks a couple days before. I never imagined this would really be my life, but it is. After he shows me the picture and says what he always says he grabs my cage, tugs on it and then says go make us breakfast faggot, and I do.
When you’re caged, you don’t get hard, you get wet. Your hole becomes thirsty for cock. Thirsty for penetration. It’s a huge benefit to being a fag. Isn’t it, boy. Your cock is locked. Your hole is sloppy. You’re biologically male but sexually a faggot. You’re happy, finally. Submit and serve my fellow fags. It’s the only path to peace.
Well done boy. Every man should have a perfectly suited servant….like you. That’s what you are now. Submit and set yourself free!
He was desperate for release last week. Haha. I told him that he was finally where he needed to be. He was puzzled. I told him we would start a week count down and I would then remove the cage I installed. He was furious. I told him a good boy is a caged boy. I told him that as a chastity fag he needed to experience total desperation. He looked at me and nodded in agreement but wanted out.
In addition to his chastity fetish he had a suit fetish too. When the week was up we went shopping and we had him fitted for this tight suit and a couple others. He loved them. How they looked. How he looked. Suits every day from this day forward I told him. He smiled in agreement and then I gave him a choice. I can let you out or you can keep the suits. In the store of course he wasn’t that horny. You see his choice. He looks like a perfect fag. Haha. When we get home he’ll be fucked and spanked and then he’ll be desperate again. 😛
