I hold your key. I hold your fate. And here I am, slowly, cruelly teasing your tiny locked cock, tapping the cage, stroking it with my fingers, watching you flinch, squirm, ache. Because no matter how much you twitch, beg, or strain, you’re staying locked. You’ll leak while I laugh. I’m in control. And while you sit there caged and useless, I’m going out to be fucked by a real man. His cock isn’t some tiny, laughable thing in a cage, it’s thick , long veiny and everything you’re not. He’ll make me moan while you sit there leaking aching, knowing I’m being filled by someone bigger, better…