“Boys, you have now been marked by me. Just like an Alpha in the wild marks its territory, I have now marked you as mine. Since my piss is blessed by GOD, you have been marked by God too! Boys, you now belong to God, the Church, and me! Make no mistake, you are now Owned property of the church!”
Father Micheal walks up to me and orders me, “Release that pent-up submission in your worthless balls!”
So I shoot a massive load onto Father’s foot as he stands in front of me. Afterwards, Father orders me to lick his foot clean. It is so humiliating, yet it’s the best orgasm of my life. So, I eagerly l lick the cum off Father’s foot.
Father goes the line an orders each boy to do the same. Just like me, each boy covers Father’s foot with white tasty cum. I have been eating my own cum ever since I started having those dreams of serving men. At first, I did not like the taste but now I look forward to my treat each night.
Father gives the boy behind him another order, “Boy, cage the new boys”.
We are all confused. There are no cages for dogs around here. The older boy rushes back to the van and then carries back with another steel case. It also looks heavy. The boy opens a case in front of me and pulls out some strange-looking device that looks like an athletic cup with a penis shape in the middle of the cup. He opens the cup and it separates in half. The boy kneels in front of me then feeds my balls then dick into a hole of one-half of the device. Next, he feeds my flaccid dick into a tube connected to the second half of the cup. As the boy closes the two halves together, my dick pushed farther into the tube. When the two halves meet, I hear a click and the two halves are joined as one. My dick and balls are completely enclosed! Finally, the boy takes three bands connected to the cup and circles them around my waist and up through my legs. The cup is pushed tight to my body as I hear another click and all three bands join in the center of my lower back. It now dawns on me, I cannot touch my dick or balls anymore. I wonder how long will this thing be locked on me.
After the last boy is ‘caged’, Father answers my question, “Boys your worthless dicks and balls are now locked in chastity. As long as you are in the service of the church, that cage will not come off. Like the collar, if it’s tampered with, it will shock your dick and balls. Boys, that was the last normal orgasm you will have for a very long time, if ever!”
We all gasp, realizing we will not be able to jerk off, possibly forever! If the boys are like me, I don’t think any of them even had sex with another person let alone another man. I reach down feeling the metal encircling my cock and balls. It’s very hard and smooth, covering my entire dick and balls. I trace the metal bands around my waist to my back. It feels strong and so close to my body that I wouldn’t dare try to cut it off.
“Boys, the collar and chastity cage is the only thing you will wear for as long as you are in the service of the church and myself. Your parents will be told that the conversion therapy didn’t work and that you refused to renounce your homosexuality. They will then disown you and will never look for you ever again. Therefore, the sooner you accept your service to the church and me the easier your life will be. All of you have confessed to dreaming of serving men. Now your dreams will come true!”
We all look at each other trying to process what Father just said. We will never see our parents or friends again! I do not care about my parents. They are assholes for trying to convert me in the first place. This is who I am. I have always been attracted to boys for as long as I can remember. Girls have never interested me. My fear of being found out as a “homo” by my parents forced me to live a very lonely life with little or no friends. I look around me, see for the first time in my life, other boys like me! They are not just gay but boys who want what I want, to serve a strong dominant self-assured man like Father Micheal! Despite being naked, collared, and caged, I feel relief. I can finally be myself! All the fear of my parents finding out who and what I am is suddenly gone. I no longer have to hide and live in constant fear. Tears start to form in my eyes. They are tears of relief and freedom! I have to laugh a little. I feel free despite being collared like a slave! This physical slavery is nothing compared to the slavery I felt being shackled to my parent’s sick ideas of what I should be. I just hope my new slavery will be better than my last!