Day 3 and the ache is already beautiful. My slave is still locked, cock bulging helplessly against his cage while I take him with my writhing tentacle dildo. Every ridge stretches him deeper, every thrust reminds him he’s denied and owned. Chastity means no pleasure for him — only mine. He moans, squirms, and drools in his cage while I push him past his limits. This is how Locktober feels when you serve me. Are you ready to feel what he feels?
