All He Could Do Was Moan.

I love when he prepares for me. Aching, throbbing, pushing through the pain toward pleasure.

I could see the sexual tension surrounding him even as he walked through my front door.  He had only been wearing the cage since the morning, but all day he had been kept aroused by our texts. Confessing hours later that he had earlier laid on his bed naked, belly down, fucking the mattress, edging, his cock straining against the cage as he thought of seeing me. 

I watched as he tried to remain calm, carefully removing his clothes and laying them on the hall way bench. He made a slight sound and his face twitched as his pants slid over his semi-erect caged cock. I took a step closer, my eyes studying the flesh of his cock making it's way through the rings of the cage. At my visual inspection his cock hardened and pressed further along it's barrier. He was irresistible as he stood there naked, extending out to me with his soul waiting to feel my touch. With the look of desperation in his eyes I couldn't help but reach up and surround him with my arms, pulling him close until I felt the hardness of the cage against me.  

All he could do was moan.