I walk in to find him sprawled on the couch, hands all over his locked cock, trying to sneak a moment of pleasure he has no right to. The guilt on his face is instant, but I make him sit there and take my words, every cutting reminder of what that cage means and how pathetic it is to think he could ever touch himself without permission. When I’ve said enough, I shove him down across the cushions and take my strap on out. The couch becomes my stage as I drive into him hard and deep, the rhythm building until his moans fill the room. Every thrust is meant to break him down, to make him feel how useless his caged cock really is. I fuck him until his body is shaking against the couch, until he knows without question that his ass belongs to me and I will use it whenever I want.