For most of my adult life, my dick (like most guys) was the center of my sexual universe. As a Top, I was very focused on my dick, using my dick, and having my dick pleased. I could be a very selfish top, which the boys I played with generally wanted. I tended to look for “no reciprocation” playmates. Sex was not over until I had come, and it generally was over when I did, until I was ready to come again. However, it’s not my dick anymore, it’s no longer the focus of my sexuality, and I have come to realize that is how it should be and how much better off I am this way.
As I approach 600 days in a cage with no plans on ever being any other way, I find it interesting to reflect on how different my life is as a caged male. Even though I’m rather attached to it, my dick doesn’t belong to me anymore. It is very securely encased, virtually completely, in titanium. I can’t even see my dick anymore (I refer to it as my dick out of habit and to avoid confusion). My dick is owned and what happens to it is not up to me, and honestly, that is how it is meant to be.
As a younger man, I will admit to doing a few things I regret based on thinking with my dick rather than my head. I’m sure I am not alone in this. When your hormones are raging and an opportunity to stick your dick into an available hole presents itself, it’s hard to refuse. I’ve woken up a few times wondering what the hell possessed me to do what I did the night before. Having your cock in a cage is a wonderful way of avoiding such mistakes, because even if you want to, there’s nothing you can do about it.
My dick belongs to Tripp and Sir. They alone control what happens to it and whether I get to come or not. It’s off limits to anyone else, myself included (my holes are another story: I’m being encouraged to share them more). I have no say in the matter, and it feels absolutely fucking wonderful. I know I will never be unlocked and I doubt my dick will ever get used much again. I’m glad I spent a lot of time fucking boys, because that part of my life is pretty much over. It’s actually quite a sensation of freedom (ironic, I know) to not have to worry about your dick anymore. I can admire men as much as I want, but I don’t need to spend time trying to get into their pants. If an opportunity like that presents itself, it’s not going to be based on anything I did and it will only happen with permission. I don’t think I would be a good fuck anymore anyway. I used to be able to pound an ass forever without coming. I get close now if my dick is touched when uncaged, even without an erection. I now have a hair trigger in that department. I don’t feel like my dick is useless even if it is unused. It is still a source of pleasurable frustration, teasing, and torture. I feel near constant arousal and denial, a steady burn of desire instead of massive highs and lows. The other upside is there is no refractory period. If I came while tied up, for example, I’d get very uncomfortable, very quickly. What turned me on moments before now was bothersome. That doesn’t happen anymore.
As I’ve traveled on this journey, I’ve gone from being caged for a few hours to a few days to a week or so to forever. I’ve gone from uncomfortable plastic cages to a bespoke titanium cage designed by my husband and brought to life by Steelwerks. As it’s his cage, I’ve had his initials engraved on it. I’ve discovered that denial is far more exciting than coming. That constant simmer of desire is delicious. I’ve come to appreciate the pleasure that can be derived from pleasing someone else. I’m learning to turn their orgasms into mine. I’ve learned how hungry my ass can be and how badly I want things in there. I’ve learned how much I like my submissive side, and that I can be both submissive sexually and Dominant in life, and that both sides can co-exist peacefully. I don’t have to define myself or be defined. I can just be.
I get asked a lot by curious guys if my cock has shrunk. The answer is I doubt it, but truthfully I’ve barely seen my fully erect cock since 2018, so I don’t know. I’m pretty sure it would bounce back to all it’s glory, but it’s probably not going to have that chance, so it doesn’t really matter because being caged is my default and my dick has been replaced by bigger, more reliable toys that can fuck and fuck with no worry about coming. My dick is no longer viewed as a sexual object, just a source of amusement.
I cannot imagine life uncaged anymore. I can’t sleep if it’s not there. I miss the ache of the base ring in the morning if I’m not locked. I miss the feeling of metal surrounding me. I do not feel whole without it. It is truly as much part of me as my dick was. I’ve known I wanted this for about 20 years. It is everything I dreamed of, and more.