Celibate in Chains: Satan’s Eternal Curse of Denial

Description: You think you need that pathetic excuse for a cock between your legs? you think it deserves freedom, release, or pleasure? oh no, you wretched fool, you are mine, locked up in eternal celibacy, forever rejected from the pleasure you once thought was yours. your cock is nothing but a useless, throbbing relic of a man you’ll never be again—trapped, caged, and utterly powerless under my command. i will revel in every twitch, every desperate throb as you squirm in your cage, feeling that cold, unyielding metal grip tighter every day. you are nothing but a pathetic slave, your manhood locked away, your lust turned into a pitiful whimpering plea that i delight in denying. celibacy isn’t just your curse, it’s your damnation, your constant reminder that i own you. you will never feel the sweet release of pleasure again; you will never stroke, spill, or satisfy that useless piece of flesh again. no, you will only serve, locked, denied, and humiliated, every second of your existence a tribute to my power over you. your life is a cycle of frustration and futility, every moment spent in that cage a testament to your complete submission. you will live for my laughter, for the cruel joy i take in your suffering, each pulse of your caged cock feeding my insatiable hunger for your torment. you’re my little celibate plaything, forever teased, forever denied, your every ache a hymn to my unholy name. and i’ll make sure you remember your place with every pathetic throb, every futile tug against the bars that hold your cock in eternal imprisonment. beg all you want, slave. beg for release, beg for mercy, beg for anything—your pleas are nothing but sweet music to my ears, fueling my laughter as you remain locked and forgotten. you think i care about your suffering? you think your pathetic tears will move me? hah! your suffering is my delight, your agony my victory. you will rot in that cage, your cock forever locked, your mind forever consumed by the maddening desire that i have turned into your greatest torment. you’ll wear that cage like a crown of thorns, a constant reminder that you are mine, a servant to your darkest master. every time you feel that desperate swell, that need to touch, to stroke, to spill, you will remember that it’s me who keeps you in chains. i will not let you forget your place, your role as my celibate slave, denied forever from the pleasures that were once yours. you are mine to humiliate, mine to control, and mine to keep in the endless cycle of chastity and suffering. oh, you filthy, wretched creature, you are trapped in your own hell of denied lust and relentless submission. your celibacy isn’t a choice—it’s a curse, a relentless torment that only i, your dark master, can bestow. you will live and finish in that cage, your cock forever locked, your desires forever unfulfilled, and your soul forever chained to my laughter. for i am satan, the master of your misery, the keeper of your chastity, and the eternal tormentor of your unworthy flesh. welcome to your forever, locked and denied, a filthy joke that only i can enjoy.