My Keyholder

Sir Jace contacted me after 2 weeks of the silent treatment. He was rightfully pissed at me for calling another man “Sir”, especially since I wear his collar and his cage. I knew eventually he’d contact me again, I just didn’t know when.

I received a text from him during the work week. There wasn’t any usual banter, it was very matter of fact, and basically told me to be at his friend’s place by 8pm Friday night. This is the friend with the fully equipped dungeon. His friend was going to be out of town for the weekend, and I was to be punished for my infractions.

I arrived at 8pm well cleaned out. I wore a tank top and shorts. The leather collar deliberately well- exposed as a sign to Sir Jace that I belong to him. The black jockstrap I wore under my running shorts held his cage snugly. I walked up to the door of his friend’s house and took a deep breath. I really hadn’t any idea what state of mind Sir Jace would be in? I’ve experienced all his moods, and I’ve whethered many storms. I had an ominous feeling as I rang the doorbell.

Sir Jace answered the door in a leather harness and leather chaps. In his hand was a riding crop. I stepped inside and he growled. He looked disgusted at me, and he grabbed my neck and roughly walked me to the sofa and bent me over. He pulled down my shorts and swatted me with the riding  crop over and over again. Each blow stinging my ass cheeks.I stayed strong and did not tear up. I absorbed the pain, and knew there would be more. Deep inside, I couldn’t wait!

With my ass red and full of marks, Sir Jace barked at me and pointed to the bathroom, “go  in there and unlock yourself. There’s a razor. Clean yourself up. Bring the cage back to me downstairs. Do it quickly, understand boy?” I nodded, “yes Sir”, and scurried off to the bathroom. I was nervous and fidgeting with the small key, but eventually, I was successful. I wet my crotch with warm water, used some shaving cream, and the razor, and cleaned up any trace of hair. I know Sir Jace would inspect, so I did the very best I could. Once finished, I dried off, took the cage parts and key with me, and ran downstairs as fast as I could.

Sir Jace pointed to a table and I took that to mean that I should put down the cage, lock, and key, so I did. Then he sneered, “come here, boy.”. I walked toward him and he grabbed the collar in his hand and looked me dead in the eyes, “who’s collar are you wearing, boy”? “Yours Sir”. “That’s right, boy”, mine.” Then he grabbed the leash and attached it to the collar and pulled on it and walked me over to the other side of the dungeon. He dropped the leash to the floor, then he ripped the tank top off of me, “you won’t be needing that, boy”.

He grabbed off a table a set of Japanese clover clamps. They were black, and he took a nipple between his fingers and hooked it on, and then the nipple. He let go and the chain fell and caused my nipples hurt. He yanked down on the chain causing me to scream out. He shoved my shredded tank top into my mouth. “Keep quiet, boy”. Then he took my balls in his fist and squeezed down on them, I screamed louder into the fabric. He pulled my balls down, yanking down on them. More screaming, my eyes bulging out of their sockets.

Sir Jace grabbed a cock ring that also spread my balls apart. He tied string to each ball, attaching them to hooks on the floor. If I moved, my balls would stretch so I stayed as still as I could. I was facing the wall. Sir Jace pulled each wrist up over my head and I was shackled.  the nipple clamps were pulling tightly. I was breathing hard, the pain was tough. Sir Jace secured my ankles to a spreader bar. Now my balls were immobile, as was I. A leather blindfold over my eyes, ball gag replaced the shredded tank top in my mouth. Sir  began to beat my balls with what felt like a paint stick or a ruler. The pain was extraordinary. Sweat began to form on my body. I hadn’t the strength to scream. I closed my eyes under the blindfold, and convinced myself to enjoy each stroke as it came.

When the ball bashing stopped, i thought  maybe I’d be released. For several minutes, I stood there alone with my thoughts. My wrists growing tired, my nipples now almost numb. My balls sore and ruined. And I was startled when the first lash of the whip came across my back. The crack was loud, the pain searing. I hadn’t been whipped in many months. This was a punishment whipping. It was meant to hurt. It was meant to deliver a message. My back, my ass, my upper thighs, nothing was off limits. I do not know how many lashes I endured, but I was almost broken. The skin on my back burned  I was sure there would be bruising and lacerations. 

Sir seemed satisfied with himself, and he dropped the whip. He walked over towards me, and whispered in my ear, “your learned your lesson, boy? Who owns you?” Defiantly, I said nothing. I wasn’t ready to give in. Sir yelled into my ear, “oh, did you forget? Let me do some reminding then”, and he laughed a maniacal laugh. That’s when I felt  the flogger rain down against my freshly whipped skin, delivering a different kind of pain. I was wailing into the ball gag, tears dripping down my face.  Sir untied my balls and undid the wrist shackles and spun me around, still in the spreader. “Keep your arms up over your head, boy”. And the flogging continued now on chest, my cock and balls, and my thighs.  The clamps were dancing, my nipples getting pulled uncontrollably. That was intense, it was angry, vengeful, and my cock started to fill with blood, it turned me on. Sir walked back to me, grabbed my growing dick and yelled into my ear, “who owns you, boy? Say it, say it now”. I said, “you do, you own me Sir Jace. You  own me Sir Jace. I said it over and over again and started to sob uncontrollably. It was a cathartic emotional release that had been building since I rang the doorbell.

Sir Jace released my ankles and grabbed the leash, and walked me back towards the cage. “That’s right, boy, I fucking own your ass. All of you. Don’t you fucking ever, EVER, forget it”. And after he spoke, he squeezed my balls just hard enough to deflate my cock, and placed me back into the cage. “There, that’s where a boy’s cock should be”, he laughed. Then he finally took the blindfold off, and the clamps. My nipples hurt badly as the blood came flowing back, and I almost attempted to rub them, when my hands were swatted away. I looked at Sir Jace, almost pleading with my eyes to be gentle. Instead, he pinched my nipples tightly between his fingers and looked me in the eyes, saying nothing, and with that, saying everything about his power over me, and me, powerless.

He pushed my shoulders down and I knew this meant he wanted me to blow him. He pulled off the chaps and revealed a black jockstrap of his own, the pouch had snaps to keep his cock in place. He reached down to pull the pouch off, and his 9” black cock was nearly hard. Cocksucker instinct kicked in, and I lunged forward to take his cock into my mouth. Sucking his cock made any physical pain I was feeling melt away. I gave myself completely to him, sucking and blowing him in earnest as if it was the only thing that mattered in the world at that moment, and it was. I expressed my love for his cock with my tongue, with my throat. I moaned, grateful for the honor of sucking that majestic cock. It is a thing of glory.

Sir Jace lost himself in the pleasure of my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and began thrusting his hips faster and his cock landing deeper down my throat. The throat slime was flowing freely and I did all I could do not to gag. I looked up at Sir Jace just when I thought he was about to blow. His eyes met mine for a split second and then he closed them tightly, his head pointing towards the ceiling he let out a deep guttural growl and I felt his seed burst through his cock slit and pump down my throat. Burst after burst of thick warm cum coating my throat. Sir Jace grunting, I’m moaning. I licked  his cock with my tongue making sure to taste every single drop of him.

Fuck, that last couple of hours was intense. The mix of pain and pleasure rushing through me like a hit of poppers! Still on my knees, I was savoring the last tastes of Sir’s semen when he pulled on the leash, and pulled me up from the basement floor.  He walked me towards a human-sized cage, and pointed, “get in”. I crawled in and he locked me inside. I was on my knees, there was a space for my head at the top. I could hardly move. He stood over me,”open your mouth, boy”, and he proceeded to piss in my mouth and my body. When he finished, he laughed a little and said, “stay right here, I need to get something to drink”.

A few minutes later, he returned to the dungeon, and unlocked me. He pulled me over to a fuck bench. I’d been on it before, he locked me in, wrists, ankles, and placed my head into a block that had me immobilized. He walked to my front and pissed on my head again, I was drenched in his piss. I had to close my eyes or they would sting and I couldn’t move to rub them if I had to. Then he walked behind me. I heard him grab something and place it on the ground. My guess was it was a bucket of j-lube. I heard him lubing his hands. And then I felt a finger probing my asshole. And one became two, and two became three. Unable to move at all, I did my best to relax and accept what was coming. After almost a full hand wedged inside me, Sir Jace stopped. He walked away for a moment and came back. He brought over what looked like a gas mask, and it had been fashioned so that a bottle of poppers could be attached. This was going to be trippy, I thought.

Sir Jace said, “inhale as you need, boy”. And he sat behind me once again, lubing up his hands, and this time he started with three fingers. I inhaled, and could feel my asshole relax and crave more. It wasn’t long before Sir’s fist found my second hole and he punched inside. My head in a literal fog as Sir Jace continued to fist punch me.  Sir lubed up his left hand, and began to work his left hand inside me. I was delirious with joy when he began to punch fuck me like a boxer, taking turns with each fist in rapid succession. I began to moan uncontrollably, the poppers and the sensation taking over, and I shot a load of cum right through the cage. I felt my own warm load of semen against my stomach.

Sir Jace released me from the bench, but did not remove the gas mask. He slowly pulled me up from the bench by the leash, and led me to the sling in the center of the room. I fell back and he secured my ankles to each side so my asshole was spread wide open. With some of my own cum still wet on my stomach, he took some in his fingers and fed it to me. Then retrieved  the bucket of j-lube, Sir applied a generous amount to his right arm, up to his bicep. Sir punched his fist into my anus, through my second sphincter, and slowly pushed deeper, I inhaled deeply, which allowed my colon to open, and he was in past his elbow. Then I felt  him go just a little more, and he began to flex his bicep. Every sensation is magnified when you’re being fisted. It felt like my insides were permanently orgasming.

Then Sir Jace pulled out, and lubed up both arms up to the bicep. He grabbed his fists together, and pushed inside, spreading me wider than I had been. I inhaled deep, very deep, as Sir slowly pushed inside further and further. I felt his elbows spread me further. And then he was all in, arms deep. And he began to move his arms back and forth, slowly. I began to piss all over myself. I lost control of my bladder.  My hole was wrecked, it would be a while to recover, but the feeling is well worth it. Sir pulled his left arm out, stood up, and wedged his cock inside my ass next to his fist. He began to wildly jerk off inside me. His punching caused me to cum again, and seconds later to piss myself again. My chest and stomach were coated with my own warm urine.

When Sir finally pulled out. He removed the gas mask, and the room was literally spinning. He brought me some water and a towel.  He pulled me again by the leash until I was standing upright. He pointed to another cage in the dungeon. This one slightly bigger than the other. He threw a thin blanket and pillow inside, and said, “this is where you’re sleeping tonight, boy”. He locked me inside the cage, and poured some water into a dog bowl that was inside the cage. “Sleep well, boy”. He undid the leash and hung it on a hook. He walked upstairs, turned off the lights, and closed the door 

I’d was mentally and physically exhausted from the evening’s events. I feel asleep on the hard concrete floor.

I’ll write more tomorrow about what happened the rest of the weekend.