There’s something special in caging up a young man. Not just having him in restraints or in chastity or anything like that. It’s about actually seeing him that tiny cell like a pet. It sends a message. “You’re my property. You stay put until I need you. When I don’t, you’re set aside.”
I’m not cruel or mean. I wouldn’t keep Cole locked up longer than I had to; but it does give me a thrill to see him in there, playing with his cock, watching me, and eagerly waiting for me to let him out. He knows why he’s in there and why I would let him out. Knowing that he’s just sitting, waiting, thinking of a time when he’s servicing me… There’s nothing better!