It's Locktober

Friday afternoon, after sending Jace yet another pic of my caged-cock, this time at a red light at a major intersection nearby by job, at his request, he asked me to explain why I added two days more to my lock-up.  I explained what had occurred the night before, and that because I shot my nut twice, it called for two more penalty days.

Jace not only agreed, but then added if I played my cards right, I might just stay locked up through No Nut November.  I balked at the idea of not cumming at all for 30 straight days and wondered if that was even possible.  Don't get me wrong, I love having a caged cock, love even more I have a real Keyholder, and one who isn't afraid of levering his superiority over me.  

I carried on the rest of my Friday as usual.  Heck, I'd even thought I was over the hump and would just ride out the remaining days after taking seven loads from seven different cocks.   I even stayed home Friday night and watched some Netflix and no porn.  A freaking angel if you ask me. 

But then Saturday morning I awoke once again with that twitching asshole and a slow churning in my balls.  Maybe sleeping naked doesn't help.  The way the sheet feels against my skin is very arousing. Once again I rubbed my hands all over my torso, and I began to squeeze and tug at my balls.  I could very easily ease the sexual tension by reaching into my stash of toys, but that wouldn't do.  There was only one thing I wanted and that was a real man to hook up with.

I have no resistance, really I don't.  I think this cage is making me go crazy.  Maybe it was the threat of No Nut November lingering in my mind and the challenge that would come along with it?  It was like I needed to come again just to test Jace to see if he really was serious about it.  So I did what any whore would do in this situation, I logged into all the hook up sites to which I belong and hoped to find someone available...immediately!  

It didn't take too long to reel in a nearby playmate.  Let's call him "Joe".  Joe is 59yo, 6'2', 215#, 7" thick solid dick, considers himself a bear, the fur on his body and his thick beard completes the picture.  What I liked about Joe immediately was that in his profile he openly shared his interests, some of which included watersports and CBT.  We had an instant chemistry, at least online, and once we spoke on the phone and I heard his gravely, deep voice, and he shared he smokes cigars, I was all in!  I invited him over to my place.

I did some maintenance cleaning both inside and out before he arrived.  I found my yellow Gym brand jock strap, which I thought appropriate for our session and put it on.  Once again the shiny metal cage was snuggled into the pouch. I put out some towels and poppers and changed the bed to my waterproof sheets.  Soon enough, Joe knocked on my door.

He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and looked very hot.  We hugged after I closed the door.  His thick, long, beard tickled my skin.  I smelled the faint aroma of cigar as we kissed.  After some pleasantries, I escorted him to my bedroom.   My plan was to kneel and undo his jeans so I could free his cock. I wanted to munch on it so badly, but Joe overpowered me and pushed me onto my bed and within moments, my hands were grabbing my ankles and he buried his face into my crack.  Joe loved ass, and he showed me just how much.  I hadn't been rimmed out like that in ages and my cock began to leak.  I pushed the back of Joe's head deeper into my crevice, and his tongue worked wonders around my empty hole.

Joe had me panting and writhing. I was now completely his.  Finally, he rose from his knees and pulled off his shirt to expose his hairy body, then, he practically ripped off his jeans.  He's one of those guys that don't believe in undergarments, his ample cock hung nicely between a set of freshly shaven balls.  I was still on my back on my bed when Joe told me to get up and get on my knees.  He'd already placed some towels and pads I had on the floor.  Then the golden shower began.  Joe marked me with his pungent and dark yellow excrement, splashing my chest at first then he held his shaft in between two fingers and aimed lower, soaking my jock, back up my chest, and then right in my face. I could feel piss clinging to the hairs of my trimmed beard.  He told me to "open up", and that's when I tasted him.  I was getting drunk from the smell and taste of his heavy piss, using my fingers to rub it all over my body.  As he was getting closer to completion, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.  The stream splashed as it landed square on my tongue, and then he aimed for the back of my throat.  When he was just about done, he then moved forward and I closed my lips around him and licked and sucked out every remaining drop.

My oral stimulation of his cock seemed to make his dick chub in my throat.  He was growing harder by the minute as he pointed out I was covered in his piss and he was loving how much I was getting off on it.  After the immediate warmth of his piss luxuriating all over me, as it dried, I felt it cooling, and the stench grew more toxic in the air, like ammonia hitting my nostrils.    Joe was a beast alright, he began to flex his biceps and make his pecs dance as I feasted on his cock. I looked up in utter admiration.  

"Where have you been hiding all my life?", Joe asked as I opened my throat, his entire length now inside my esophagus.  "Fuck, that feels good!"

Joe began to fuck my face the way I like it now.  Phlegm and saliva wildly splashing about as he pulverized my skull. My eyes red and watery, partially from this skull fuck, and partially from the fowl stink of piss lingering in the air.   

Joe didn't want to cum just yet.  We moved onto my bed now.  Joe pulled my pee-soaked jockstrap off and in one hand grabbed the cage.  

"This thing isn't coming off any time soon, is it?", he said playfully.

"No, the plastic ones break too easily and I've escaped from the silicon cages many times. Needed something more secure.'

"Who has the key?"

"A buddy of mine, Jace.  We've been playing for years."

"Nice, seeing a sub locked up and knowing his place is hot.  You like your balls punched? Your nuts look full, boy".

"Sometimes, yeah."

Joe began to pull on my balls. I bit down on my bottom lip trying to suppress a yell.  He wasn't gentle.  When he had my balls pulled about as far as I've ever seen them go while wearing a cage, his other hand formed a fist and when they landed on my stretched sac, the impact was severe and I couldn't hold back.  I screamed like a wounded animal.  Joe punched my balls several more times and my full balls began to leak even more cum, maybe the pressure from his knuckles pushed the fluid to the tip? Clear fluid began to string out from the cage slit onto my stomach.  Joe pulled down on my balls again and more punching, this time with opposite hands.  Again, more precum rising to the top.

"Look at that?", Joe remarked.

I swiped some of my pre and brought it to my lips, the taste of my own seminal fluid helping to erase the pain of my twisted nuts.

Joe now positioned himself so that his cock was inside my ass, he used my balls like a handle, never letting go, squeezing and tugging all along as his hardness penetrated my hole.  I just threw my hands back over my head and thrashed about.  I'd almost forgotten the poppers, and when I saw them laying there in arms reach, I desperately opened that brown bottle and took some very deep whiffs.  It was almost instant relief and a new frame of mind.  I was able to simultaneously enjoy the feeling of a very hard cock smashing my prostate and the pleasure/pain of my balls being used as a squeeze toy.  

Another hit of poppers and I could sense my balls brewing for release as his thick hardness rubbed my prostate repeatedly.  I began to selfishly thrash and writhe my hole, I even grabbed onto his hand to help squeeze the life out of my nuts, literally, and very soon, the most mind-blowing orgasm ensued. Thick heaps of white ejaculate poured out of the cage and onto the metal sheath, covering it almost completely.  We both let go of my balls and I stared down looking in wonderment.   Then I looked into Joe's eyes and smiled.  He'd made me cum and cum in such a satisfactory way.  As Joe now really pummeled my hole, I began to once again clean up my mess using my fingertips to swipe the cum dripping down the cage.

Joe pushed on the back of my thighs now, really stretching my back and my hole and he proceeded to pile drive inside me. He was on his knees, his eyes closed, the muscles in his face and his body tensed and when he growled like the bear of man he is, I could feel his cock twitch and eject his seed right inside me like bullets.  Six or seven strong "feelable" strong convulsions filling my faggot hole with his superior Alpha seed.  Wow, it was fucking incredible!

Joe didn't stay around too long and linger as he had things to do, as did I. But wow, that was completely unexpected.

After Joe left, I took a pic of my caged cock and sent it to Jace for my daily check in, but I also told him via text I had just cum again and a little bit about what just happened.  

Jace took a few hours to respond and when he did he seemed quite upset:

"Fucking faggot slut. November 20.  No more games."

Then he send me another picture of his pad with the new date followed by a "FUCK YOU" emoji.

Now I am beginning to question my resolve and told myself I need to do better. If I don't write for awhile its because I'm trying to do my best to keep myself under control.