My Keyholder

Sir Jace had texted me a few days after our threesome with Sir John that he’d be housesitting for a couple of nights and told me to come by that evening. When Sir Jace calls for me, I think about his hot black body, his 9” thick horse meet, the way his scruffy face feels when he eats my ass and kisses my face, and without hesitation, I agree to meet him. After all, he is my Keyholder, it’s an obligation.

And now that I was intimately familiar with the dungeon in the home I’d be visiting, after work I took the time to be well cleaned out. Every bottom has a routine that works for them, mine seems to work consistently which is why I haven’t changed it. I will spare you the details of my process, but I do enjoy using my dildo collection at the end to ensure all is clean and ready back there.

In keeping with the dungeon theme, I elected to wear my leather harness and a leather jockstrap. The key for me is always to wear a jock that keeps the cock cage tight and secure as it is sometimes uncomfortable when it moves around so much. But I suppose discomfort is part of the point of wearing one for an extended period of time. I put on my ripped jeans, black boots, leather wristband, a black tank top, and off I went.

Sir Jace greeted me with a wide smile. His beard trimmed close to his face, I could see his dimples, and already I felt my cock aching in its cage. If I hadn’t been wearing it, I’d be hard as a brick just looking at him. He wore a white v-neck exposing just enough chest hair to make my pussy quiver, and a loose fitting pair of basketball shorts. He pulled me in for a big hug and we began making out like passionate lovers.

He reached for my hand and pulled me toward the sofa. A little small talk ensued about our jobs and parents and then he asked if I was ready to get started. He said I looked delicious, and leaned in to kiss me again, sending shivers down my spine. He pulled away, then got up, walked toward the bedroom and brought back a small box wrapped in black paper. He said, “go ahead boy, open it”. I excitedly ripped the paper off and held in my hands a box that read, “The Jailhouse Chastity Device”. This made the metal sheath I’d been wearing look amateur.

I gulped and asked, “for me, Sir”? He chuckled, “of course, boy. It’s time to take your chastity more seriously. This new device has 8 single metal rings that fit around the shaft, a metal “crown” for the cock head, and a lock that attaches to a metal cockring. I’d been wearing a plastic cockring  with a metal sheath. There’s no way in hell I’d ever get hard in that thing. And I think it will be harder to hide under my pants. Sir Jace caught me processing all of this and asked, “what’s the matter, boy? You don’t like it”? I said, “of course I do, Sir, I just wasn’t expecting it”.

He said, “Come, let’s go downstairs, and you can bring that box with you”. His voice sounded a little stern, and I wasn’t sure what to make of that. We walked downstairs and Sir Jace hit the light switch, illuminating the room just enough so it wasn’t completely dark. Once downstairs he simply said, “Strip”. I removed my tank top, boots, and jeans. He said, “everything off boy, just your boots on will do”. I can now tell Sir Jace was not happy. He became cold and distant.

When I finished, he pointed towards the wall and barked, “back to the wall, arms up”, and he  shackled my wrists, arms stretched wide. Then he shackled my ankles and I was spread eagle. He got in my face, and began to yell, “you ingrate! I paid good money for that lock and you show me no appreciation. Well, we’ll see what happens to ungrateful boys, won’t we”! His spittle landing on my face, I couldn’t wipe it off. I was terrified I’d made him that angry.

He stepped back and grabbed a ball gag. “Open your mouth boy you’re gonna need this”, and he secured the straps tightly behind my head. Then he reached into his pocket and fished out the little key to the cage, and I heard him removing its parts. I closed my eyes, not sure what he’d do next. I didn’t wait long, he grabbed my balls and began pulling on them. I began screaming into the ball gag biting down hard. He didn’t let up, he pulled down harder. When he let go, he began slapping them. At first lightly, and then a little harder each time. He held my balls in one hand and slapped them with the other. It hurt, I was writhing, but helpless to move.

He stopped momentarily, and picked up a few items, and came back. He applied alligator clamps on my nipples, and squeezed on the clamps hard, shooting pain sensations throughout me. I am a pain pig, but this was serious. The clamps were secured just below the tips of my nipples. He began to flick the exposed tips with his fingers, a combination of pain and pleasure. When he finished he left the clamps secured to my nipples, metal chain dangling, and he attached a weight to the chain, pulling the clamps down. My eyes closed again, appreciating the pain and some tears forming.

Next I felt him begin to slap my balls with a paint stick. Only this time not only was he slapping my nut sac but my shaft as well. Getting hit in the nuts just once on a good day takes a man’s breath away. Getting them slapped repeatedly is indescribable. I really pissed Sir Jace off and I knew I needed to fix it, and fix it fast. My body was so tense I took some deep breaths and left my body as I began to relax and accept what was happening. Sir Jace ended this CBT session with 5 hard punches to the balls.

Then he stood by my face, pulled off the ball gag and I gasped, but I made sure to say,”I’m so sorry, Sir. I’m so sorry”, almost crying, pleading for forgiveness. Sir Jace just mocked me and said in a deadpan tone, “you are sorry boy, that’s for sure. I’ll give you something to be sorry about”. And he placed the ball gag back into my mouth and then said, “keep your eyes focused on me boy”. And he proceeded to tear open the new cock cage box, pulled my balls through its cock ring, dabbed some spit on my dick and I felt  the 8 silver rings slip over, followed by the crown, and then a final click. I looked down to watch Sir Jace secure me. He periodically looked up to ensure I hadn’t looked away.

When all was finished, I didn’t wait to be asked, I said, “thank you, Sir. I love it”. Trying to muster the most sincere voice. Not sure I convinced him, he tugged hard on the clamps still attached to my nips, and said, “fuck you, you lying bitch”. He reached up to unlock my wrists and reached down to free my ankles, then he barked, “chest facing the wall, now boy”. I was re-shackled facing the wall now, ball gag reinserted, tit clamps with weights still attached”, and I felt a leather strap rain down on me, my entire back, ass, and thighs were showered with blast after blast. The clamps were bouncing, I could feel sweat begin to drip down my armpits.

The strapping stopped, and he moved onto another instrument. Facing the wall, I couldn’t know what was coming, but maybe that was for the best. I was being marked with a riding crop. The “whoosh” sound in the air as it moved and making contact with my flesh. I can handle a good, harsh beating. I’ve endure the crop before, paddles, belts, canes, and leather straps. All good for me, but to really command my attention, whipping works best. It had been awhile since I’d been whipped, and when I heard the unmistakable sound of the whip hit the concrete floor, I knew I was fucked. The strap and the crop were novice compared to the whip, and Sir Jace wasn’t afraid to use it on me.

Before doing so, he walked over to me, removed the gag, and barked in my ear, I think 20 lashes ought to teach you a lesson, don’t you, boy”? I don’t respond so he yanked the chain of the clamps not letting go and through gritted teeth again asked, “don’t you, boy”? I began nodding my head yes, and squeaked, “yes Sir”. And the gag once again in my mouth I bit down hard as I felt the whip come across my back. Sir Jace started  the first 10 from my upper back down to my upper thighs. The pain was beyond excruciating, but I survived it. My skin was burning. I knew I had 10 more, and just like that, they came in successive blows, starting this time from my thighs and ending on my upper back. I slumped in my shackles, sobbing, defeated, and most of all, sorry I’d offended Sir Jace so badly. I’d hurt his feelings and now paying for it.

Sir Jace removed the gag, and I cried like a babbling baby and through it started to profusely apologize.”I’m sorry Sir, I’m sorry Sir”. I said it over and over again. Sir Jace removed the clamps and rubbed my cheeks, and said, “it’s ok, boy. Let it out. I’m here.”, and he was tender and caring. Before releasing the shackles he rubbed lotion into my skin and said,”boy, I’m not gonna lie. There’s some broken skin back there. It’s going to take some time to heal”. Maybe I’m a bit psycho, but I wear these scars as a badge of honor. I have no problem undressing in the gym for other men to see my scars or my cage. They immediately know I’ve been a bad faggot and disciplined for it. I’m ok with that.

So, once released, I wanted to continue expressing my apologies to Sir Jace. I got down on my knees and pulled down his shorts. His flaccid cock dangled between his legs, and I reached for it with my hand and placed it into my mouth. I kissed down his growing shaft and lovingly suckled his balls. I closed my eyes, placed  my arms behind my back, leaned in, and deep throated all 9”. Sir Jace reacted and said, “You’re an amazing cocksucker, boy. Nobody takes my entire dick like you do”. I smiled as I continued pleasuring Sir Jace with my throat. It wasn’t long before he grabbed me by the back of the head and deep stroked a load of cum inside me. Of course I ensured to taste every single drop.

Sir Jace lifted me off the floor and kissed me, and thanked me. He said I had such a talented throat that knows exactly how to make his dick feel good. These are words every faggot cocksucker longs to hear, and I’m no exception. I take pride in my work.

After the blow job, the pain from the whipping seemed to intensify, but I didn’t say anything about it. Sir Jace walked me over to the sling, and he secured my ankles so my asshole was exposed. He placed a poppers gas mask over my face, coated  a cotton ball with poppers, and I was soon feeling high and free. Sir Jace kneeled down and began to rim my pussy. That was the first time I’d felt the effects of the new cage, my cook had no room to grow, and left me frustrated because Sir Jace is an expert with his tongue. He spent at least 30 minutes in my asshole, using his tongue and fingers, and with the effects of the poppers, there was no trace of pain, 

Sir Jace had slobbered all over my hole there was no need for lube and he stood up and entered me down to the balls. My pussy was so hungry for dick, it slipped in easily. The effects of the poppers had me forming strange patterns in my head as I closed my eyes and I drifted off to another planet of ecstasy as Sir Jace thrusted inside of me. I reached down to twist my sore nipples adding to the pleasure. Sir Jace’s cock moved through my anal canal like a knife through butter, filling my desire to be bred with his seed. Sir Jace grabbed onto the top bar of the sling exposing  his biceps and armpit hair. I reached over to rub his chest hair through my fingers and he pushed in harder and deeper, and when he was just on the edge of cumming, he bent over, popped the mask off my face, and kissed me, as bullets  of his hot seed filled me deep inside.

His sweaty hairy body covering my smooth skin, I hugged him tightly as his cock grew softer inside my wet and warm hole. We stayed like this in a tender embrace for a few minutes before Sir pried himself up and placed the mask back on my face. We dabbed a fresh cotton ball of poppers and Sir Jace began to use his fingers in my hole, using his cum as lube, at first. Then he pulled over the vat of J-lube, and with a loose ass, it didn’t take long before his fist was punching my hole. In this new cage, I couldn’t find a way to cum as I had done with the other cage. This one was much more restrictive. The sensations of my prostate had me oozing lots of precum but there would be no cumming tonight.

The punchfucking evolved to a double fisting, which caused me to piss myself. The stench of acrid urine in the air didn’t stop Sir Jace from working over my hole. The poppers taking over my sphincter showed no signs of resistance. Sir Jace remarked, “damn, boy, you’re pussy is an open cavern now”, and lubed up his arm and went inside down his bicep. I pissed myself more, and now I was soaked. Sir Jace pulled his arm out and he stood over me and aimed his cock at my chest and he pissed all over me. I was rubbing my hands all over my torso and felt his hot golden nectar cover me.

When he finished pissing, he shoved his fist back inside my ass along with his cock, and he beat himself off inside me, 

At that point, we were done. My hole was wrecked once again! Sir Jace removed the mask and lifted me off the sling. I lost my balance and slipped as he caught me. We walked upstairs and into the bathroom. Sir Jace got the large jacuzzi tub going and we both slipped in. The warm water feeling good over my sore skin. Sir Jace sat next to me as we made out and washed each other’s bodies.

It was getting late, and I’d packed an overnight bag. We brushed our teeth in the double sinks, and went to bed naked. Sir Jace cuddled me from behind, wrapping his strong arms around me. I held onto them, rubbing his fur. His insatiable cock grew hard in my crack. I licked my hand and spit on it to lube his cock, and me being open wide enough to drive a truck through me, his cock pushed inside. I was treated to a delicious slow fuck. I could feel every inch slowly working it’s way in and out of my pussy. Sir Jace was kissing my ears and my neck, giving me a hicky as he sent another load inside me.

We both feel asleep and I slept like a dead person . At 7am the alarm sounded and Sir reached to turn it off. His morning wood hard against my back, I snuck under the covers to give him a morning release with my mouth. I could get used to tasting Sir’s cum every morning for breakfast. After he came, he held my head firm and I became his urinal. I gulped at the right intervals and it was a treat.

Sir got up to brush his teeth, thre on a pair of boxer briefs and left to make us coffee and breakfast as I showered, shaved, etc. we got dressed and kissed goodbye. I was on cloud 9 all day. I think I’m falling for Sir Jace and it worries me.