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Rarely, yet occasionally I recall the times—days or even years past—when we lived without chastity. Back then, my cock was mine to handle as I pleased and whenever it suited me; after all, it belonged to me. The dynamics shifted slowly, eventually becoming permanent from that first day in lock-up onward; today, there is no turning back. On one hand, I seldom long for that liberty, yet on the other, I deeply treasure being confined forever. Do you share these same reflections?