My Keyholder

It was almost 12am on a weeknight. I couldn’t sleep. The aching in my balls wouldn’t subside. It seemed taking 4 loads two days prior did nothing but make me hunger more for release. This new cock cage wasn’t playing. Every time my cock attempts to pop a boner, it’s held hostage in steel. I never expected living life in chastity to be easy, but I’d managed to find ways to cum in the previous cage. It gave a little, and I could grow hard just enough to cum. Not any more. I was tossing and turning, and I gave in, and I called Sir Jace while he was away on business.

He sounded a little groggy when he picked up his phone, and said, “what is it, boy”? I started sobbing and pleading, “please Sir. My balls are throbbing. I’m going crazy. I need to cum. I need you to let me cum, Sir, please”. Sir Jace hung up on me. And I fell asleep after crying like a big baby.

The next morning I looked very disheveled, and almost called out sick, but managed to get showered and shaved and off to work. The morning went by slowly, I couldn’t focus long enough to do any one thing well, and just before lunch, my phone pinged. It was Sir Jace. Realizing it is 3-hours earlier in California, I understood the late response. He was furious! The text read:

“You motherfucking whiny bitch. You woke me up last night. I’ll deal with you when I get back. Don’t call me again, boy”

Oh shit, I knew I’d fucked up big time. Not only did I have the worst case of blue balls, but I’d have this hanging over my head for a few days wondering what he’d do to me.

Friday afternoon I was texted again, and told to meet him at his buddy’s house where the dungeon is at 1pm sharp on Saturday. With a reminder not to be late.

I started to get used to the idea I’d be wearing scars from the whip, and lord knows what else.

Saturday morning arrived and I was so anxious I took a tramadol that I had from when I threw out my back at the gym several months ago. It probably calmed me down more than I thought it would. I was sluggish and groggy. But it was almost 1pm, so I called for an Uber thinking I shouldn’t be driving. The Uber was late, and so was I.

When I walked up to the front door, Sir Jace stood there blocking the door with his arms crossed. He looked menacing and I very timidly approached him and knew better than to say a word. When I was within arms reach, he grabbed me by the arm and threw me inside and I fell to to the floor when he slammed the door behind me. He said nothing as he kicked me towards the entrance to the dungeon, and yelled “GO”! I fumbled my way downstairs still not quite lucid.

He barked, “STRIP BOY”. I was slow taking off my things and he yelled, “FASTER”. I was naked now and he screamed, “GET UP BOY”. And he marched me over to the wall with the shackles. With my arms spread my wrists were shackled and my ankles locked into a spreader bar, he got right up into my face and yelled, “FUCK YOU! You don’t get how this works, boy. I have the key, your cock is MINE”! I could feel his spittle landing on my face. “I’m going to remind you of this today. I promise, boy, you’ll never be calling me, begging me to unlock your worthless cock again after I’m done with you. YOU HEAR ME!”

I just looked at him wild-eyed and speechless. He unlocked me, and quietly shaved my pubes and balls with a disposable razor, rubbed some  aftershave on me, which burned a little, and then he grabbed a yardstick. He began to tickle my nuts with it, then he grabbed my balls in his hand and tugged down on them hard. I let out a wild cry. Suddenly, I was knocked out of my haze. He held my balls in his hand and began to beat them with the yardstick. Quick, fast, hard strokes over and over again, only stopping to yank them.

He stopped, and then applied the same set of nipple clamps he’s used on me before, only this time he added some weights. My nipples were stretching, hanging low from the weight. He unshackled my wrists to turn me towards the wall, and reshackled me. He tied a string around my balls and tied them down to the spreader bar, guaranteeing that every time I’d move, I’d be hurting myself then he walked away, and just left me hanging there.

It felt like an hour of agony. It was very difficult to stay still and every move I made would hurt like hell on my tits and/or my balls. My cock was free, and I couldn’t touch it. Sir Jace wasn’t playing with me. I had closed my eyes just for a minute when I heard Sir Jace run down the stairs. I heard the whip snap on the concrete floor, and without warning, i felt the hard sting of a lash on my back. The combination of pain shooting through all parts of my body made me scream. Sir Jace shoved my jockstrap into my mouth and continued beating me. This time 30 lashes, I counted as I felt them crack against my body. This was the most I’d ever endured. The stinging pain from my thighs to my upper back was tremendous. I thought I was going to pass out. I thought about what my back would look like now. I wasn’t at all thinking about cumming, not at all. Sir Jace made his point and I understood it.

Sir Jace removed the clamps and untied my balls. He punched them and I couldn’t hunch over as I wanted to. Then he rubbed a little lube on my shaft, and within seconds, I was locked again. Before releasing the wrist and ankle restraints, Sir Jace spit right in my face and yelled, “do you understand now, boy”?

I cried, mouth still filled with my own jockstrap, and I just nodded. I was defeated, and  put back into my rightful place as a lowly faggot who had absolutely no right to make demands. My horniness clouded my judgment. I wouldn’t let that happen again.

When I was completely released, I fell onto the floor and collapsed. Sir Jace stood over me. Pulled down his shorts and pissed all over my body, and aiming for the jockstrap in my mouth. After he stopped pissing, he shook his cock out over my lips. Then he started stroking his alpha cock and said, “not gonna be fucking you today boy. You don’t deserve it.” As he began to shoot his seed all over me aiming for my hair and my face.

He picked up my clothes and threw them at me, stating, “get dressed and get out of my sight. Don’t contact me. I’ll contact you when I can stomach looking at your pathetic face”. 

He marched upstairs and I pulled on the wet jockstrap and clothes. The piss sticking to them. I walked upstairs and outside and called an Uber. I could tell the driver kept looking back at me wondering what the fuck was that smell. He rolled the windows down. When he got to my place and I stepped out of the car, he drove off like a bat out of hell.

I went inside and stripped the pissy clothes off my body. The piss stinging the open wounds on my back and upper thighs. I took a warm bath after a quick rinse off, and just soaked for a bit. I dried off and went to my bed. I grabbed the cage and felt  my cock stir. I remembered how that feeling got me into trouble in the first place. So I did my best to ignore it and dozed off.