In the darkness, alone, cage life.
The boy awoke, it was dark, was it morning or still night, he had no idea of time. He was thirsty, he turned on the torch and drank the remainder of the first bottle of water, not giving any thought to when he would get given more supplies. His groin was sore but his caged cock was giving him no problems, that was one blessing.
The boys mind turned back to earlier when he lost his anal virginity, the soreness in his arsehole was not too bad, but he dreaded having to take a shit and into a bucket as well, at least he had been given toilet paper!
For the first time in his young life he felt alone and scared that this was now his new life, a collared, cock locked, caged sex slave. You read about people who vanish without trace, never to be seen or heard of again, a shiver ran through his body. What started out as a bit of "fun" serving another Dom male online a few days ago had now turned into real life slavery. Even if he could get out of the cage, he was in a locked windowless store room, he had no tools or weapons to aid an escape. Did he really want to escape, being submissive and being used turned the boy on sexually, it was a powerful need and like a Junkie he felt hooked and addicted to the getting his fix.
The torch was flicked off to save the batteries and in the darkness the boy began to exercise, stretch out his limbs, doing push ups then sit ups until he felt the burn, he needed to stay fit and healthy. In the darkness he could not see the bars and his mind could escape to a better place like the beach or the park with lush green grass.
Reaching down to his cock cage, the boys fingers probed it gently, the thoughts about releasing his cock from those damn spikes would be good.
Could he get his cock out and more important could he get it back into the device so the man would not know what he had done. How would the man react if he found the boy had released his cock from the cage? Maybe those spikes would stop him removing his cock but not inserting it, he thought.
Could he risk doing serious damage to his cock? He had to stay cock caged!
Slavery and submission was not just physical but mental too, it was about power and total control.
Time for a piss, the boy decided to use the empty bottle to reduce any smell in the cage and his mind drifted to thoughts that he may need to drink it if his water supply ran out. Water was very important, more so than food. The warm piss filled more than half the bottle, that was good.
Life in the cage demanded being organised in the small space, the bucket, toilet roll and bottle of piss would live by his feet, the food, torch and water by his head when lying on the foam. Thoughts turned to his personal hygiene and keeping clean. What was the plan? Did the Man have that sorted?
Daily life is boring in a cage or not!
To be continued .........
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