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My cock’s in a cage. My hole’s sealed shut. There’s nothing left for me to give—except everything. I thought chastity meant not cumming.Not touching.Not playing without permission. I didn’t realize it meant this.This constant pressure. This stretch. This quiet ache that never lets up. The cage is already tight. I’ve had it on for days. I can feel every heartbeat in it—each morning wood trying and failing to rise. Each denial text making it throb harder.B …