After the Gym

I’d woken up rather early and decided to head to the gym for a morning workout. Not one to shy away from my station as a faggot, I found an available locker in the middle of the locker room and began to strip down. Most guys do not pay much attention to other guys while changing, as this is completely normal. And for me this morning, nothing usual occurred as I pulled my blue Helsinki Athletica jockstrap over my locked cock, threw on some gym shorts and tank top, tied up my shoes and went on my way.

After a 3 mile run on the treadmill and some chest and arm exercises, I’d decided it was time to relax in the sauna and steam room. I headed back to the locker room, stripped once again and threw my sweaty clothes in my gym bag. As I’m in the process, I couldn’t help but notice a man staring at me from across the room. It appeared he had also finished his work out as he undressed while I did.

He appeared to be in his 40’s, a little taller than my 6 feet, likely 6’ 1”, slightly more meat on him, 185-190#, to my 175#, while I’m smooth all over except for some facial hair, he had very dark brown hair, and the front of his body was covered in thick hair,. He sported a long dark beard, brown eyes, and through the forrest of unkempt pubic hair I could see a flaccid penis drooping, and in this state, at least 4-5”. He watched me curiously, and as I watched him watching me, I noticed a gold band around the finger on his left hand.

Since I was being examined by this gentleman, I made no attempt to hide the Cellblock from his view, in fact I sat directly in this view as I unlaced my shoes knowing full well what I was doing. When finished, I placed my shoes In the locker and paraded towards the sauna naked with a towel draped over my shoulder. It’s a small sauna, and this morning there was nobody else in it.

I placed the towel on the wood bench and sat back and closed my eyes. About a minute later, I heard the door open, opened my eyes, and in walks the hairy stalker who’d been watching  me. He, too, is naked and he sat across from me.

Unexpectedly he begins to speak, “so how long you been locked up, boy”? I smile at him in acknowledgment and answer, “just about 2 months, Sir”.

“Good boy. My husband is my sub, he’s away visiting his family before Christmas. He’s been locked up since Labor Day weekend.”, he discloses.

A few seconds of silence, and I look up at him and I see him touching himself. “Tell me boy, how does that thing work?” I explain to him that my Keyholder has an app on his phone that can lock or unlock me. I explained a little more my progression from a cheap plastic chastity cage to this more sophisticated contraption, and mostly because I’d not been able to control myself from breaking out of previous cages, I’m now in this one.

Now a fully erect 8” poking through all that hair, he says, “I bet you were punished for breaking out of those cages weren’t you? I would have loved to have seen that!”, he exclaimed.

“Yes”, I answered, “my Keyholder, Sir Jace, does not put up with disobedience. I’ve had some tough “lessons” to endure in the past year. That’s for sure.”

“Tell me, boy, does he flog you?”

“Yes, Sir. Ive been spanked bare-handed, paddled, flogged, caned, and whipped”.

He was really excited by my answer. “I’d love to see how marked up that sweet ass of yours can get!  You know, walking around this locker room naked as you do, one might think you were asking for it, you know? I should take you back to my place and show you what happens to bad boys who parade themselves naked in locker rooms”, he said sternly.

I didn’t even have an opportunity to respond before he grabbed me by the arm and he said, “get up and go rinse off. Meet me outside. You have 10 minutes. Go!”

I ran to grab my body wash and wash cloth and showered quickly, and began thinking to myself, “what just happened here? What am I doing?” But even with these thoughts of trepidation, I never once considered disobeying him, this stranger.

As he, too, had showered off, he watched me dress, as instructed I met him outside in 10 minutes. He asked where I had parked and then showed me his truck. He said I should follow him he lived less than 5 minutes away.my heart was beating hard and I became nervous and excited. I wasn’t sure if I should be calling Sir Jace or not? I opted not, and I’d see later if it was even necessary to tell him.

The man opened his garage door and parked his truck inside while I parked in the driveway behind him. I got out of the car and followed him into his house from the garage.

He roughly grabbed my arm and marched me to the living room. He sat on a chair,  pulled down my sweats and briefs, and placed me over his knees. My cage nestled between his legs.  I looked down at the carpet ad his hand came down on my bare ass. He began to swat me, again and again. A slight sting came over me, as I heard him grunt as the force of his hand striking my bare buttocks increased.

Then he stopped and began to rub my ass cheeks, “you have such a sweet little ass. It’s such a pretty shade of pink now. I knew the minute I saw that cage on your worthless dick I’d be hitting that ass. You know that?” And once again, a barrage of swats barreled down upon me. I closed my eyes and took it well. Maybe a little too well as I raised my ass up to receive his blows.

He stopped. “Get up!”

I stood up and he walked in a circle around me. It hit me that he never told me his name. He was just, “Sir” to me at this point. Do I ask him? He was staring at me like I was the last piece of meat in the butcher shop, playing with his prey before devouring it.

He began to speak while he circled around me. “Boy, I don’t know whether to finish punishing you for flaunting that ass around the locker room or choking you with my dick?”  

I smirked and I think that gave him his answer. He removed his belt from his pants and pointed towards the wall. “Hands over your head, bitch”! And the belt began to dance over my back, my ass, and the backs of my legs. The snap of the leather against my flesh resounded in the room. There was no doubt this beating was intended to inflict pain, and it was. But for those of you that have read my previous stories, you’d know fhat I am certainly a pain pig and it doesn’t take long before the endorphins kick in and I’m brought to a state of euphoria, and with each stroke I began to yell out, “thank you, Sir”, as beads of sweat trickle down my body.

When it was all over I turned around from the wall and sank to my knees, arms behind my back, eyes to the floor. I wanted to show respect to this man. It isn’t often you encounter a true dom that can take you to this head space. A Dom that takes what he wants, does what he wants, without any hesitation, without even thinking about it. That’s my kind of man!

He walked over to me and patted me on my bald head, “good boy”, he said. “Now open that faggot mouth”, and he walked over, fished his eight out of the zipper of his jeans and shoved it down my throat. I began to slobber all over it as his hand went to the back of my head and my superior invaded my throat. I thought my jaw might snap from his brutality. His erection was so mighty, so powerful, as I felt his brick in my mouth. All that hair tickled my nose, his hairy nut sac bouncing off my chin.

He pulled away and I looked at him in wonderment, in awe. “Time to fuck that pretty ass of yours, boy. Get up on that chair and show it to me”.

I leaned my torso over the back of the chair and bent over. He placed his calloused hands on my globes and began to caress them. “Ohhh this ass is sweet. You’re Keyholder is a lucky man, boy. But your ass is mine right now, isn’t it boy?”, and he snickered. I didn’t respond. He swiped his hand across my sore butt cheek, “answer me when I’m speaking to you!”

“Yes, Sir. My ass is yours now, Sir”

Another hard smack, “your damn right it is”!

He spit right into my hole and that fat dick found its way through my pucker. We both let out loud moans at the same time, “ohhhhhhhhh”. He continued, “this  hole is so good.  Oh fuck boy, I don’t think I’m gonna last long”.

And he began to thrust, not going at full strength likely wanting to hold off from cumming too soon. His cock felt so perfect inside me, I began to squeeze down on it and fuck myself back my ass cheeks finding his thighs. “Your a naughty one!” Followed by a few more hard stinging slaps to the ass. “You stop that now, boy”!

I guess I got carried away in the moment and was quickly reminded why I was bent over the chair in this strangers living room. Within just another minute or two, the man began to grunt in my ear, “breeding that hole now, boy. Take my seed, boy”! And I felt his cock jump inside me, as I envisioned ropes of hot jizz spilling out of his slit and into me.

When he finished he withdrew and stood nearby. I knew I’d be expected to clean him off with my mouth and tongue and that’s exactly what I did. His cum smelled like bleach and had a pungent taste.

He threw my clothes in my direction and I dressed. “Maybe I’ll see you in the locker room again, boy? Now you need to go”.

I drove home with a sore ass and wondered how I’d explain it to Sir Jace? There’s no way he wouldn’t notice the bruises and welts on the back of my body. Maybe with any luck he’d have a work trip and I’d have some time to heal?