Marsupials for the win! Turns out, they had the answer all along. Let me explain. Back when I started chastity (in the Stone Age of the 20th century), you had a choice of 3 basic underwear styles: tighty whiteys, boxer, and banana hammocks (bikini). None of these styles work for …
My cock is in a cage. Much of the time; they exist as two things. I know it’s in a metal tube, isolated from the world. I can touch my cage, I can move it up and down slightly, I can twist it side to side. I can slip a …
I woke up with an epic hard on. The cage pushing, ball crushing kind where my cock is desperately trying to reach its maximum size. The irresistible force of my cock meeting the immovable object of my cage. The base ring biting hard into me, squeezing tight and keeping me …
It has been said that everyone has a doppelgänger. I don’t know if I have one, but my dick does. I know because I’ve seen it. In fact, I did a lot more than see it. I met a boy (we will call him Rex) at The Rawhide many years …
