Serving Sir’s Cock

I can’t help but to keep glancing down at Sir’s crotch whenever I am lucky enough to be allowed to see him. I’m just waiting for the command to make me drop to my knees and start worshipping Sir’s cock. Being allowed to touch it even through trackies and a jock makes me strain in my cage. Only Sir’s cock should be allowed to get hard and I eagerly use my tongue to make him horny. Licking and sucking his balls before being allowed to lick his shaft. I’m always so desperate to get it in my mouth that Sir has to take control and not allow me to suck it without permission. As soon as he gives the command to suck it I want it deep in my throat filling me as much as it can. My tongue wants to lick every inch of it. My lips want to suck the cum out of it. My throat wants to swallow every single drop of Sir’s cum. Drool fills my mouth and my mind goes blank except for thinking about Sir’s cock. I forget about my pathetic locked cage and focus on the only cock that matters - Sir’s.