I couldn’t be prouder of my nephew. He’s taken to being my property so beautifully. Even when I walk past his cage, going about my own business independently of him, he looks up at me with those deep, soulful eyes, loving me, worshipping me, and patiently waiting for his time to be of service.
Some might think it strange to keep him locked up, but it’s for his own good. It lets him remember what he is to me—no longer someone I’ve seen grow and mature, but rather my slave to use as I wish. Besides, from his hard, dripping cock, it seems like the anticipation and confinement really turns him on.
As much as it gives me a rush to see him in his tiny cage, eventually my own cock gets too hard to focus on anything else. It’s at those moments that he is both the cause and the cure for what distracts me.
Taking him out, he knows it’s as much a duty as it is a privilege. He crawls out on all fours like an obedient puppy, meeting me between my legs on the edge of the bed like he’s waiting for a treat. I hand him my clothes as I disrobe, watching him as his eyes are fixed up at me. I know he wants to look down at my crotch, to see my cock push up the dark fabric of my pants, but I’ve told him he’s always to make eye contact with me. At least, until I tell him otherwise.
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