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Travis
I watched Ryan walk down the hall, his narrow a*s hanging out from under his T-shirt, and my c**k just about busted straight out of my pants. I had to admit I was glad I had caught him trying to masturbate in his closet. Now I had a reason to use my new toy on him. Something that would make him come, but would also make him wish he’d never begged for it in the first place.
Every single day when I got home I would pull Ryan’s sweatpants down and check on his c**k, and every single time his red, swollen skin would be bulging through the stainless steel bars. He would barely be able to contain himself until the moment when I finally unlocked the cage and let him out. So I knew it was just a matter of time before I came home and found him humping the furniture, furiously trying to
