Sometimes I let him try, as if he were a real man, but he keeps the chastity device on. He pushes with all his might against my ass, pressing his little dick into me. It's ridiculous and amusing to watch him try to act like a man, thinking that one day he might actually penetrate me... yet it's also quite disappointing. His efforts are futile, his tiny, caged member a mere shadow of what a real man should possess.
He grunts and strains, his face turning red with the exertion, believing that through sheer will, he might overcome the physical limitations imposed by the device. It's a pathetic sight, really, but there's a certain charm in his persistence, a sad, desperate kind of charm.
So sometimes I call Tyrionne over to fuck me like a whore, under the pretense that this way he'll learn what it means to be a real man. I let him believe that this is some kind of training, a path to masculinity, when in truth, it's just another way to highlight his inadequacy. He comes eagerly, thinking he's gaining ground, but really, he's just a puppet in this little game, dancing on strings I control.
It's a complex mix of pity and power I feel, watching him. Part of me wishes he could break free from his constraints, not just the physical ones, but the mental shackles he's placed upon himself. Yet, another part revels in the control, in the way his eyes light up with false hope each time he's allowed to try.
John
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