Yes he does

He pushes you throat down onto the bed, the back of your head squishing against the damp pillow that still smells faintly of your own shame. "Look at you," Garvin says, his voice dripping with disdain, "so eager to get fucked by a real man." You can feel his hands on your hips, his grip firm as he positions you how he wants you. "You're pathetic." His fingers trace the outline of your cock cage, sending a jolt of both fear and arousal through your body.

"You're not even a man," he continues, "You're just a tiny, useless thing in a cage, aren't you?" His words are like a knife, twisting in your gut as you feel his cock nudge against your asshole. "This is what you want," he whispers, "This is what makes you hard." You try to shake your head, but the pillow muffles your protest.

He chuckles, the sound sending a cold shiver down your spine. "You want me to split you open, don't you? To show you what a real man feels like." He applies more pressure, the head of his cock pushing against your tight opening. You can feel yourself stretching, the pain a stark reminder of your submission.

"Your little cock is so jealous," Garvin says, his voice a dark whisper in your ear, "It's begging to be let out so it can play with the big boys. But it's not going anywhere, is it?" He slaps your caged erection, the metal biting into your flesh, making you flinch. "It's staying right where it is, locked up tight."