His cock belongs in its cage until I decide otherwise.

My sweet little houseboy, duckie, is so devoted to me. I genuinely believe that there isn’t a single thing I could do to him that would cause him to lose that devotion to me. Trust me; I’ve tested him.

However, it took him some time, far too long, to accept that his cock belonged in its cage until I decided otherwise.

That means he could be locked up, unable to cum, for days, weeks, even months. He must accept he has no part in this decision. If I decided to lock him up until his birthday in four years, he’ll have to wait that long before he gets to cum again.

Accepting means not whining about it. Not asking me to be released. Not expecting release just because he did a good job licking me. It means that I will decide when I am ready for the lock comes off.

He’s better at it now. He doesn’t whine or beg, and he has to keep his hands off his junk. That cum belongs to me.