I had him right where I wanted—caged, dripping, and bent over waiting for me. His tiny locked clitty couldn’t do anything but twitch and leak while I strapped on something far bigger and slid it into his needy hole. The way he gasped with every stroke only made me push harder, pounding him until his thighs shook and the cage bounced helplessly against his body. I didn’t let up. Every thrust reminded him he’s mine to use—his chastity keeping him aching while my cock filled every inch of him. He whimpered into the sheets, drooling and moaning, while I rode him harder, grinding deep until his ass was bouncing back on me all on its own. The tighter I gripped him, the deeper I took him, and the more desperate he got. By the end, I had him laid out on the bed, pinned beneath me, as I pegged him mercilessly. My fishnet body was pressed against his back, heels digging into the mattress, every thrust making his cage jolt forward with no relief in sight. This is how I break my sissies—locked, leaking, and begging for mercy they’ll never get.