It's Locktober

Since my last story, I’ve practically been a prude. That heavy fisting session took its toll. I had to rest my hole. For several days I was just doing the usual, going to work, hitting the gym, flirting in the gym, showing off my cage, but not engaging in any sex.

Jace was texting me everyday. A few days ago he told me to take a pic of my locked dick from under my desk, not to go to the restroom. I told him there were too many people around. He said if I didn’t do it in the next 60 seconds he’d add an extra day for every minute I delayed. I knew he meant it. It was excruciating. I had people all around me. I began to sweat. It was a total of six minutes before I could do it. The pic was a little blurry, he had me do it again, which added another day. So now I’m locked up until November 10th!

I should have known Jace would look for ways to add time to my lock-up. Nothing is ever simple with him. And he took a pic of a pad that he had on his nightstand with the dates listed, Oct 31 and Nov 3 were crossed out and now it read Nov 10. That was Jace’s way of letting me know he is tracking in case I tried to fool him.

Well, now he had me all wound up. I couldn’t even concentrate on my work. I left work early telling my boss I had a bad headache and needed to lie down. She wasn’t too thrilled. The truth was my balls ached from an entire week of sperm just building in them, and I couldn’t cum. And, when I’ve tried to lie about it or hide about busting my nut in the past, Jace always had a way of getting me to tell him about it. He was a master of trickery, and I’d fall for it every time.

So, my plan was not to go home and lie down, or even to shoot off, no. My plan was to hit the adult theatre to see if I could find some dick to suck. Sucking and swallowing is always a good way to release some sexual energy, at least for me.

I drove over there, parked, paid the entry fee and  once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I walked into the small theatre playing gay porn. I couldn’t tell you how many guys were already back there because I didn’t look. I did notice some cars in the lot, so likely I wasn’t alone.

I had only one goal in mind and that was to suck some cock and swallow the prize. The back of the theatre is quite dark, I found a spot on the back wall and knelt down on the filthy floor. I have no shame. I didn’t want anyone to guess what I was into or looking for. Kneeling on the floor sends a message loud and clear.

I saw some guys walk in and out of the theatre, but then I saw a tall figure standing inside, just a few steps away from me. He was rubbing his crotch. I wanted badly to see what he was rubbing. I didn’t have to wait long. In fact, once he was right in front of me I looked up and recognized him. This was an older Black man I’d sucked off once before in that very theatre several months ago. I recalled his huge cock, and I was thrilled to reacquaint myself with it!

He pulled his cock through his underwear and zipper and it hung like a tree trunk, dangling there in front of my face. I took it in my hand, raised it up to my mouth and covered it with the warmth of my breath. “Mmmmm”, I moaned. Seriously, it was just the medicine I needed. Feeling his hardening cock between my lips was truly delightful. The fumes emanating from his crotch entering my nostrils were effecting me like an aphrodisiac. I opened my mouth wider and when the full 8.5 was down my throat, he put one of his giant hands on the back of my head and started pumping into my face. I was drooling everywhere, my eyes were tearing as he tore up my larynx. The entire time I was leaning into it, never backing away.  When he pulled completely out, I coughed and had to catch my breath. When he pushed his wet dick back into my throat you could clearly hear his cock hitting the back of it. I could feel my neck protrude he was in very deep.

“You want my load, slut?”. I shook my head up and down and attempted to say “yes” with a full mouth.

Then both hands were planted on the back of my head and he began to really take it to me, my chin was scraping against the bottom of his zipper, and then he stopped when his cock inflated and stiffened and a muffled grunt followed as I felt my throat convulse around his fucking dick as it sprayed all that ball juice into my gullet. A direct deposit one might say. It was glorious. When he let his hands up, I began to use my tongue to collect all his cum and swallow every last drop.  

The man quietly zipped his pants up, patted my head and walked away. Interestingly, I was entirely focused on his dick all that time, my own cock had absolutely no reaction. My balls didn’t throb anymore, my soft shaft didn’t even try to become erect. That’s what happens in week two, your dick knows it can’t inflate, so it stops trying.

I barely finished licking my lips from that huge Black cock when another middle aged white guy pushed his hard 6 in front of my face. I didn’t even notice he was jerking his dick off next to me while I sucked the Black guy. I didn’t get a good look at him, I used my mouth like a Hoover and in less than 2 minutes, he shot off in my mouth. It was very pungent, very bleachy, and lots of it. His hairy balls tickled my chin. They weren’t sitting there very long because once he came, he left very quickly.

I walked around the theatre a bit to get the circulation flowing in my legs. I’d been on my knees for a good 30 minutes. It was a bit slow so some slim pickings. There was a White guy in the straight  theatre sitting toward the back stroking his dick. He looked to be in his upper 30’s, dark hair and goatee. His cock looked decent, a thick and hard 7. His eyes connected with mine and he nodded his head.

I took that as an invitation, so I walked over and sat next to him on the sofa. He reached over to grab my crotch but when he felt the metal cage he moved his hand away. Then he whispered in my ear, “that’s hot. How long you been in that thing?” I told him about two weeks. “I have to cum everyday, man. I’d go crazy!”

”You need some help with that? You got a nice dick”, I said. 

“Sure, if you want.”

I then noticed the white gold band on his left hand. Fuck I love married guys! It became my mission to give him the best head he’d ever have. Better than his wife would ever do. Likely he goes there because his wife can’t suck for shit. I leaned over and placed the tip of his cock in my mouth, licking off the precum. It was sweet. Then he reached over and put his hand back on the cage, he grabbed it, and I could feel his cock grow harder in my mouth. He didn’t let go of the cage at all, as I used a good hand and mouth combination he was gripping it tighter and tighter crushing my balls in the process, until he exploded in my mouth. It was like a volcano had erupted, cum flew wildly hitting the roof of my mouth, my tongue, the back of my throat, my teeth! 

After I swallowed all he had to offer he said, “I haven’t been blown in a couple of weeks. Thanks, man!”

This time I left the scene first and went back to the bathroom. I saw in the mirror I had some cum on the hair growth on my chin. I didn’t wipe it off. It was getting late and so I walked out of the theatre and drove home with that splash of drying straight man cum in my beard hair. 

By the time I got home, it had dried. I stroked my chin with my fingers and it felt crusty. I didn’t even wash it off all night. I was treating it like a trophy. Eventually,  I fixed myself dinner, watched some TV and went to bed. 

It was the next morning I finally washed my face off in the shower. I went to work and when Jace texted me before lunch, he  asked for another picture. Only, he wanted me to go somewhere outdoors to take it. He gave me five minutes or he was adding more days. 

I had to run to the elevator of my building, walk briskly outside, and then I headed toward the parking lot. Even though there were probably cameras, I went behind a parked truck, pulled my pants down, snapped the pic and sent it over to him. Phew, a little over three minutes! 

“Well done boy”, he texted. “I’ll have to think of something more challenging tomorrow. Who knows maybe you’ll be locked up until 2024? Lol”

He would find that funny, that Jace could be evil, and that why I like him so much. 

So, the clock has just struck midnight, it’s day 15. There’s a long way to go!