‘Come in here with me and let me have it all.’I pulled him by the wrist into the cubicle and locked the door.I yanked down his jeans. His dick was...getting harder as I felt under his big balls and touched his perineum.‘I need to piss…’ Patrick whispered, ‘Don’t get me hard….’I got down under his long legs and aimed the tip of his dick at my open mouth. It took him a little while to relax enough to let it all flow but when he did it was well worth it. I gulped and guzzled as I took the strong. Thankfully, his ego was also strong, as was his willingness to keep his talents in check.What was missing with Bobby was his superego. Freud would have said his upbringing prevented him from forming internalized morals and standards, usually acquired from our parents, family, and society at large. Bobby had no parents. His ‘family’ was a convent of nuns, and he had almost no interaction with society at large until I removed him from the cocoon that St. [redacted] was and thrust him into the. He will soon find it more practical to sit down on the toilet and pee like a girl.He will get used to the feeling of not being able to touch his dick.He will begin to experience a yearning feeling deep inside his balls (as well as his mind) that comes with sexual denial.The next phase is to remove the chastity cage, re-shave, re-lube, re-adjust rings and spacers and lock him back up for seven straight days!This is the phase where any final physical adaptations will take place and more. That left only her grandma and her mom at home, with Sama coming home from school during the weekends. Anyways, her mom had to leave town for a month, so that left her grandma all alone in the house. My parents learned of this and had her grandma stay at our house, because she was old and frail and they didn’t want her spending the weekdays all alone in a big house. She stayed in my sister’s room, since it was the only empty room in the house, and sometimes Sama would come over on the weekends.