I need a caged boy. A cock to play with and own. A cold little key dangling around my neck that reminds me of how you're suffering at home, wishing to touch yourself but those bars just won't budge. There's a prison in your pants and I warden it. Lock up for me. I need to own you.

I need a caged boy. A cock to play with and own. A cold little key dangling around my neck that reminds me of how you're suffering at home, wishing to touch yourself but those bars just won't budge. There's a prison in your pants and I warden it. Lock up for me. I need to own you.