Ginger knew what he was getting into when he signed the contract to be Pirate’s slave for the next few weeks...But permanent chastity was not part of the deal. The cage that Pirate handed to him before their next play session had a special kind of locking rivet, one with a design that, barring using a cutting laser, would never be coming off once it was locked on.

No deal. Even if he was a submissive, he still wasn’t going to be Pirate’s forever. And he liked having the ability to cum every so often...the cages that Pirate put on were punishingly tight, and didn’t allow him the slightest degree of an erection, so he wasn’t keen to have that feeling forever.

Instead Pirate opted to make the bear kneel down and plant his nose in the bird’s months-unwashed jockstrap, letting the bear take in the rancid and powerful scent bit by bit...and with each one, Ginger felt himself be less tense, less uptight about the whole thing, without even realising it Pirate’s commands was slowly starting to etch into his head. Sink into the scent, and let yourself go. No thoughts, no feelings, just an eager urge to serve, and an eager urge to make his face reek of the bird’s sticky, dirty pube feathers.

At the end, when Ginger was at his most controllable, making sure to fill every part of his lungs with the intense musk of the heavily-stained jock, Pirate told him to lock on the permanent chastity. And with just one click, the bear’s life changed forever...now, he lives to give pleasure to his betters, never focusing on himself.

Just what a good slave should be focusing on.