My Keyholder

After the twink worked my nips and pits the other night, I must have jerked myself off so many times I was having dry orgasms and my cock became sensitive and raw. In 48 hours, I think I came no less than 15 times. I became possessed.

Yesterday, I was at work when Sir Jace texted and told me to be at his place by 7. I left my desk and jerked off in the men’s room. I did it twice more before 5. I knew once I stepped foot into Sir’s place, my cock freedom was over.

I rushed home, tugged out another load and got myself cleaned up for Sir Jace, carefully shaving down my pubes and balls, to prepare for what was coming.

I arrived and Sir Jace opened the door, wearing nothing but a loose pair of plaid boxers. His dark chocolate skin shined off the lighting. His dark patches of body hair got my cock hard. He pulled me in for a kiss and a hug and the whites of his teeth gave off such a warm smile. I had no idea that behind that smile was a very angry man. I would learn that later. 

Sir Jace invited me to sit and as we sat on the sofa, a small box was on the side table and I fat leather strap lay beside him. He took the strap in his hand and began to massage the leather. “So, boy, tell me. How did you enjoy being unlocked? Tell me everything!” I began to tell him how I couldn’t keep my hands off my cock, how I’d cum so many times I lost count. How preoccupied I became with wanking; how I’d cum so many times I emptied my balls. I was rambling. And I realized I hadn’t told him about the twink. He looked at me and asked curiously, “so what you’re telling me is, you pleasured yourself in these 48 hours and didn’t hook up with anyone else? With your track record, I find that extremely hard to believe.”

He paused, looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and ensured I could see the leather strap in my line of sight. And he pressed, “out with it, I can tell you haven’t told me EVERYTHING, have you, boy”? “Well, Sir, I did have one hook up. It was with a twink, and I had him work my pits and my tits over. He was so good, it was on the first night, and I came so much, and he came so much, and…”

“Boy, STOP, JUST STOP right now. I don’t want to hear another word out of you!” He grabbed me by the arm, yanked down my shorts, and pulled me over his lap. My ass in full view, the strap came down hard, three times. My ass stung from the blows, the sound of leather on flesh bounced off the walls. “YOU” (whack!) “DID” (whack) “NOT” (whack) “ASK” (whack) “ME” (whack) “FOR PERMISSION” (WHACK, WHACK, WHACK)!

After a few more blows to my wounded ass, Sir Jace stopped and pushed me onto the floor. “Look at me, boy!!” I looked up at him. “You know the rules and didn’t follow them. Clearly now you will think twice before doing something so stupid. Don’t make me punish you again faggot!” He threw the box containing the Cellblock cage at me . “Better put this on you now before I change my mind”.

I manipulated the cage and closed it around my inflamed cock, using saliva as a lubricant, and once it was secure, Sir Jace picked up his phone and pressed the button on the app, and once again, my useless dick was inaccessible. Now, I had to work my way back into Sir’s good graces. I knew I’d fucked up, but I’d win him back, I thought.

I crawled over to him , kneeled, and reached down to pull his cock through his boxers. “Oh now you want some of this, boy? I’ll be fucking glad you give you what you need”. He rose up, pinched my nose, and began to ram his cock in and out of my throat. I began to gurgle and drool as he anger fucked my throat. He was full of rage as he throat fucked me without mercy. “You fucking pansy, take my big dick.”, and he grabbed the back of my head and raped my throat, his balls discharging an alarming amount of ejaculate that had me choking. There was so much I could not control my throat.

Sir Jace wiped his cock all over my face and said, “I don’t know what to do with you. You have no self control, no discipline! I’m gonna have to fuck it into you!” His cock was still raging, every vein was pronounced, his bull balls still full of man juice. He pulled my arm so I was now on the sofa and threw me against it so my torso was leaning up and against the back of the side. He spit into his hand a couple of times and began to wet his dick until felt it press up against my hole and enter. He was not gentle.

“Of fuck, Sir. Owwee”. “It’s hurts does it, boy? Well, tough shit. Shut the fuck up and take what you’re getting!” I hadn’t seen Sir Jace this upset with me in many months. He was clearly pissed at me for not telling him the truth right away. What ensued was another hard and deep fuck for the ages, accentuated by strikes to the back and ass with the strap. This was a fuck meant to teach me a lesson about control, about knowing who’s boss. “Who owns your ass boy?” (Whack!), “you do, Sir”. He asked me over and over this same question beating it out of me. He was so hard and so aggressive, when he came his fingers dug into my hips like a vice grip I could not breathe.

He filled my ass with so much seed, and my hole was gaping, as if I’d been fisted open. Sir Jace’s body was sweating and wet, and he pulled out and away as cum seeped down my taint. Sir used his cock head like a sponge and pushed the loose cum back inside me with rhythmic strokes.

He wasn’t done. He was still quite hard. “Sit on my dick, boy”. I straddled him and sunk down and began to ride him while grabbing onto his hairy wet pecs for balance. I bounced up and down lost in my own euphoria, I hardly noticed when Sir Jace shoved a dildo up my ass joining his 9”. Now I had two cocks up my ass. I rode them both hard, squeezing down on them as hard as I could. Sir Jace reached up to pinch my nipples and I rode even harder. “Ride my cock like you mean it bitch, get that nut out of me”. He only hurled insults when truly angry. But I loved it, and I rode him like a bull, and as I squeezed and rode in short strokes focusing my pussy lips around the head of his dick, that made him nuts. I could see his eyes roll back behind his head. I got him there, another hot load of his milk filled me.

There was so much cum when I dismounted I pushed my face into Sir Jaces’s cock and inhaled deeply. He smelled of sex and cum, and I wanted to wear it. I cleaned him off by mouth and Sir Jace looked down at me. “I think you should go now. You text me when you can follow orders, boy”.

Meekly, I got up and tried not to cry as I pulled on my shorts. I had cum dribble down to my chest. Sir Jace snatched my shirt of my hands, “don’t think you’ll be needing this”, and  out I went. It was a bit chilly. My nipples were hard and sharp. I ran home and stared at my phone. I started and stopped many messages to Sir, but decided on sending only one “thank you”, it read.

And then I fell asleep.