"Pathetic, Aren't you? A pathetic excuse for a man. Look at it aren't you ashamed. Fit for nothing but ridicule.
The abuse had been going on for the last ten minutes.
Matt leaned forward in his leather armchair, and briefly smiled before it disappeared and was replaced with a hard relentless stare.
"Pathetic, weak, worthless."
Matt closed the lid on his laptop. "Come closer:" Garry the man who stood in front of him took ten steps towards Matt. Naked, his head bowed.
Matt grabbed the tiny cock and balls that hung between Garry's legs and squeezed. Hard. Very Hard
"Thank You Sir"
What are you?
A pathetic excuse of a man Sir.
Why?
My dick Sir, it's tiny Almost microscopic. It's useless, not fit for anything.
I'd not go that far, its ideal to be made fun of, and just think if it was only two inches longer you quite likely be living a happy life out there in the big wide world. But instead you belong to me.
Matt squeezed Garry's balls again
Describe your cock again for me. Tell me how disgusting it is. How worthless it is. How small it is. Tiny, small, worthless, minutes, useless, pathetic , disgusting.
Matt laughed as Gary started to stutter. Tears fell from his eyes. He could barely speak.
Ha look at it, trying to get hard, and it's still smaller than my little toes. And those balls, I've eaten larger grapes.
Christ you must have been glad the day came that meant that you had to be locked up.Think of the worry and humiliation I saved you over the last three years.
Matt enjoyed his status as a key holder. He was one of the few whose charges didn't have to be subjected to arbitrary checks from the enforcers. His reputation for controlling his charges was such that no intervention from the authorities was necessary.
He controlled a number of men Tiny dicked and law breaker, single, married, gay and straight, once under his control a locked dick would stay that way unless as today he wanted to have some fun.
"Yes Master"
Matt smiled, he was responsible for ten locked dicks. Unlike many others out there who would address their key holder or enforcer with Sir, Matt knew that the only way to get the total control that he desired was to get them to call him Master.
He just didn't control their dicks he controlled their entire lives.
Two days earlier he had spent the evening with one of his married charges. Four years previously Matt had been approached by a couple asking if he would help take charge of the man's locked cock Matt was gay, but he wasn't averse to having sex with a woman, especially if it meant that it meant humiliating the husband.Matt was still amazed at how much he got off seeing a married small dicked man demeanour change from the welcome smile that always greeted him to the pathetic tear filled face as he began to whimper as he watched Matt fuck his wife in a way that he would never have done. The sobbing as they both shouted insults at him, reminding him of his impotence and inability to satisfy, before Matt ordered, the husband to clean his dick, and swallow his piss.
Then last night he had entertained himself by tormenting one of his charges. A forty year old with a well endowed ten inch dick who had been locked by after one speeding ticket too many. In theory he could have been released six months previously but he had begged Matt to be a permanent locked slave - for a very healthy fee of course.
Matt was in a particularly vicious mood so had enjoyed teasing the unlocked cock, until the head began to glisten. Before ordering the slave to lock itself back in a nano cage. As the dick slowly disappeared underneath its steel prison Matts cock slowly visibly hardened. A reminder to the slave of what it had surrendered. It had been two years since it had had a proper wank, and as desperate as he was to, his wish to continue with his status as a locked slave superseded that desperation.
Matt enjoyed taking control of what he termed normal men, those who if they had not been so stupid to have been caught would have lived a normal unlocked life, Garry was an exception, he had been locked due to the size of his cock, and there was no escape, his fate was to be permanently under the control of a key holder.
Garry had been, naked for the last hour, head bowed as Matt shouted out insults. This was why his dick was currently on show. As much as he supported the legislation Matt's one regret was that it reduced the opportunity to humiliate men with small cocks. Yes they were much better out of sight, reducing the chance of offending normal men , and how men and women had been saved the disappointment of an unsatisfactory fuck.
For Matt the best part of control was getting the slave to be fully aware of his deficiencies, and a cage wasn't always a help there. He flicked the end of Garry's hard cock with his finger. "How did that hurt? There's nothing there. Pathetic"
"You enjoy this don't you? Come on you little faggot answer me"
"Yes Master. Thank You Master"
Tears ran down Garry's face. Such humiliation was not new, but the words still hurt. Yet he was grateful for the attention. He knew other men who had been locked as long as he had who had not see their cocks for coming up to eight years. Garry considered himself lucky that three years ago he managed to get assigned to Matt.
Some owners and key holder saw their role as doing their civic duty, they had no real interest in in having any contact with their charges, as long as they could prove to the enforcer that the cages had remained on then they didn't care.
Matt however loved dick, and none more than his own. Just short of ten inches, and he made sure that his charge loved it even more. Garry certainly did. Matt generally took his role as enforcer key holder seriously, some his charges had never seen their dick since he locked them up, others he released periodically, but Garry was different, his was released on a weekly basis. Once a week, over three years that made it at least 150 times, yet the only person who had touched it was Matt. Not is a loving caring way, but brutally and viciously. He enjoyed squeezing Garry ballsack and dick in his large hands, watching as Garry squirmed uncomfortably, it took a while but the only response such action now received was a deep intake of breath, a thank you, and an occasional harder please Master.
Matt had no intention of providing Garry with any sexual relief, that would be reserved for a monthly unlubed fuck, resulting in tears of both pain and pleasure as his cock would explode. No Matt was determined to remind Garry that his status was the result of one thing and one thing only his pathetic excuse for a dick. He'd spend a whole evening watching Garry squirm with shame as he was reminded of his deficiencies. Ridiculed. Making him respond with "Yes Master." "Correct Master" when face with statements such as
"You'e a pathetic worm" "That's not even a dick" "You don't deserve pleasure" "You must be relieved each time I lock it"
Even now Matt got a kick of seeing his slave shiver and shake as he tried to hold back the tears. Garry had always had a sense of shame a small dick and when the law came in he saw it as a way of the ridicule he had faced since he had turned 18, now approaching his mid forties the cage was a form of protection, but then fate saw him assigned to the charge of Matt. A man who delighted in ridiculing him.
"Look at this, almost ten inches. Its perfect, its beautiful, its powerful"
Matt stood above Garry, and began to play with his cock. It was soft still, but its power and size was evident. Garry looked at it with adoration. Seeing his Master cock in such close proximity was his regular reminder of what a real cock was, and a reminder of his deficiencies and why he had long given up trying to get anyone to recognise him as a Man.
Matt gently stroked his dick as he continued to insult Garry's dicklett. "See how this gets harder, longer, thicker. What does yours do, a little stiff perhaps, but nothing else. Aren't you embarrassed, aren't you ashamed?
Matt held Garry's hair and pulled it back , before spitting in his face.
"Pathetic little worm, aren't you glad that the law says you should locked up. Think of all the embarrassing situations you have avoided"
Matt gently kicked Garry in the groin. It was a gentle kick but even that kind of attention was rare for Garry and he groaned .Yes he was grateful that he was saved from the humiliation of other men seeing his dick. His mind went back to the time before the law when he could sense the sniggering when he was in a gym changing room area at a sauna. The cage now protected him from such ridicule, yes the same men knew what he was now hiding, but being ridiculed for being locked was less embarrassing.
Yet he also earned for his meetings with Matt, when the cage would be locked up and he would be subjected to ridicule. Not that he knew how long it would last, usually it was an hour at least some times more, but the most humiliating yet exhilarating was the time when his Master just stared at his dick for five minutes , flicked it with is finger and told him to lock up.
"I can't be bothered today, just lock that thing away."
Today they were all ready nearing the end of two hours, two hours of unceasing verbal humiliation. Garry's eyes had hardly stopped staring at Matt's cock.
"I think its time you thanked me slave, my cock needs worshipping"