This one is on my main homepage and i would like to see chastity cage related stuff (i also love domina/femdom/mistress related ones..đ). It helps me a lot to set chastity related stuff onto it, so im not going to unlock me and feel alone..
đ I am currently in an pink cage : )đ
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Eager to Please
Gormur was getting frustrated again. He felt around his surroundings to try and stumble on any vulnerabilities that he could leverage for an escape. Or at the very least, allow him to lay down comfortably. Although the room was well lit he couldnât see. A tight latex hood stretched around his head with the only openings for his ears to poke through and the tips of his snout and lower jaw that was forcefully clenched around the tube that acted as a humiliating gag that gave any passersby that would see him in this state easy enough access to do whatever they had a mind to. He couldnât close his maw with the tube seated in there but couldnât remove it being anchored in being built into the hood itself. Annoyed, he would try and paw at it with his hand paws. Adding to the frustration, they were bound up too. Locked in mitts that had no fingers, rather limited dexterity by forcing the hand into a fist and then buckling around the wrist to prevent removal. It likely didnât matter if he did have use of his hands though. His captor, Sokal rarely would use such things without the included locks that would adorn the straps adding a layer of security that made even attempting to escape pointless.
It was too much an annoyance though. The anthro fox Gormur lapped his tongue out of the tube and pushed it around trying to free it. He slid it across the surface of the inside of the tube attempting to push the whole thing from his mouth but it wouldnât budge. The inside was soft and slippery, made of a silicone that was supported by the hard plastic that made up its shape and kept it rigid. I was certainly inviting to those with a taste for such a thing. He reached his mitts up and pawed at the neck of his hood feeling around for the belt and buckle that secured it to him around his neck. He could only barely feel the buckle over the back of his neck but wouldnât be able to manipulate it this way.
âGaaahhh!â Gormur gagged into the air audibly giving up on the buckle over the neck. The mitts moved over his muzzle to try and pull the whole thing forward and out of his muzzle, and same as before, it wouldnât budge. Gormur would be able to deal with the mitts easily. He could even pass the hood being on him but was so desperate to remove the hood so he could better study his groin with eyes unobstructed while he worked to remove the thing that was actually causing the most discomfort. A chastity cage. Between the time he spent as Sokalâs shipwide âbarrelâ or the time he spent in the sleep cubicle, he had been in chastity the whole time and he was long overdue for a little release. A curved metal tube housed his shaft and was connected to a ring at the base of his furhood that would wrap around the back of his balls and lock into position, fixing it into place without hope of removal. Under normal circumstances he knew better than to try and remove it. Without a key it was hopeless, but the lengthy period of time between now and the last he had any action was too long and his cock filled up the inside of his cage and strained desperately for freedom. He reached down to paw at it again but no sensation of touch made it through the thick steel that acted as a barrier between it and anything that could provoke the desired release. It was, however, enough to shift his whole groin around and send his whole body into a lustful tremble. He quivered and ended up only making the sexual frustration that much worse.
Where he failed miserably in any attempt to reach climax his body made up for in an unusual production of pre that would drip from the head. It was almost as though his cock and balls were sick of waiting and were doing the only thing that they could to provoke their master into giving some stimulation and the pre flowed plentifully. So much so that Gormurâs captor decided to store him over a drain where it could collect the drips coming from him while Gormur worked a full time job at trying to get off. Chains rattled from a latex vest that wrapped around his upper torso and squeaked when he would brush it with his mitts. It was snug and locked with similar straps and buckled as the hood was down his back that was less likely for him to reach if was in a mood to try and fiddle with them. Over his shoulders were looser straps that looped through D-rings connecting the whole thing to the chain that secured him to the wall. If he managed to somehow find a way out of the latex top over his chest, he would still have the anchor points around his ankles above his foot paws that were secured to the surrounding environment in the same fashion as the restraints.
He moaned out. He didnât care about the other restraints. If he could just manage to get the cage off. Even if only for a couple minutes. That is all it would take. Considering how badly he wanted it, maybe even less. He placed both mitts over the cage and rubbed the length of the cage, pumping his hips a little to help provoke the sensation. Everytime he would try this it would seem to help but only so much. As though his body accepted the teasing but would stop short of the real thing demanding more and settling for nothing less. Frustrated, he gagged more unintelligible noises through the barrel gag and started panting. He would pick up the pace and try and bargain for release working harder than he ever had, pumping his hips and coaxing the cage with the best rubs he could manage. It didnât help. He hit the same wall that he always had. The only reward for his efforts was a trickle of pre that was left on the floor beneath the cage.
âWell then. I see youâre still in a good spot for motivation, are you boy?â Sokalâs voice sounded like he was standing right in front of him this whole time.
âGaaahhh!â Gormur sounded in response, nodding his head eagerly. He snapped up to a begging position and his tail wagged behind him. His ears perked forward listening for the next command.
âGood boy! Just remember, if you behave and do as youâre told Iâll let you out of that cage, got it?â Sokal asked in a dominating manner. Gormur nodded and made the best noise he could to acknowledge and agree. It was embarrassing but he was willing to do anything to get out of this cage so he was more than willing to play along with Sokalâs little game.
âWant to go for a walk?â Sokal asked the way one would an over excitable dog. Gormur snapped up and nodded happily keeping his mind fixed on the potential prize he was after like a dog begging for a treat. Without saying anything more, Sokal snapped a leash to the collar around Gormurâs neck and gave it a tug to confirm it was secured, but mostly just for play. The dominating wolf, Sokal unchained him from his corner and led him down the hall on all fours to the opposite side of the ship block walking him like a dog. Sokal Did his normal checks and balances via terminals he would stop at, and made periodic adjustments as needed and simply kept Gormur in tow for his daily routine. As Sokal rounded a corner and through a large metal sliding door that opened and closed behind him he strolled down the corridor until he happened to pass Lykron who was walking slowly with his eyes fixed on a tablet screen as he patrolled. They passed without a word until Lykron stopped in his tracks ten feet behind Sokal, looked up from his screen towards the ceiling, pinching his eyes with a sigh.
âAlright, fine. Iâll ask.â Lykron said reluctantly, âWhat the hell are you doing?â
âOh this?â Sokal responded, giving the leash a quick tug signaling Gormur to heel at his side.
âWhat else could it possibly be?â Lykron didnât even turn to look at Sokal.
âThis is my new little pet. Heâs been in his cage an awfully long time and is being nice and obedient for his prize.â
âCan I ask why?â Lykron asked. Sokal sighed and pulled his pupâs leash to press on with his walk.
âIâm boooored, Lykron. Iâve been waiting for the guys on the surface to get their authorization forms back to me and the bureaucratic system on this planet is slower than back home.â Sokal said before a quick pause, âBesides, if Oruv gets a fun little pet, why can I?â
Sokal continued on his way with a reluctant but desperate Gormur in tow.
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