My Keyholder

Sir Jace contacted me during the week about a Halloween party he wanted us to attend. It was at one of his friend’s houses and we were going as Master and slave. Not a stretch for us, since we regularly engage in this dynamic.

To prepare, I shaved down my entire body, including my head, and I placed on a black leather jockstrap, harness, and red and black leather armbands around my biceps. I had on a pair of black boots. I wore Sir’s collar around my neck, and the Cellblock cock cage was securely fastened around my junk.

Sir Jace came by to pick me up in his car. When i got close to the car, he signaled for me to get in the back since slaves do not sit up front as an equal, and he instructed me to secure his leash to my collar. He looked very intimidating wearing a leather cap, and a leather butcher’s apron, with chaps  underneath. Accentuated with black gloves and mean black boots with silver buckles. Sir Jace wore the apron bare-chested so his chest hair could be seen above the neck line, and his biceps bulged magnificently.

We parked about a block away from his friend’s place which was located in a secluded lot. Sir Jace was not very talkative on the ride over. I sat in the back seat and knew not to speak only when spoken to, so I got lost in my own submissive headspace and began daydreaming about sucking Sir’s cock. I was startled back to reality and Sir Jace pulled on the leash, “come on boy, let’s go” he said sternly.

We walked the block at a brisk pace. My exposed ass practically running to keep up with Sir. The front door was unlocked and as we walked in, I quickly realized this was a mixed party, there were men and women there, and of course, other gay couples, but by far, I think upon our entry we had definitely seen our share of head turns and jaws dropping.  There was a table set up as a bar in the dining room, and it appeared the party was dispersed around the house and a small crowd outside.

Sir Jace led me to the bar, taking me by the leash and we grabbed two glasses of red sangria. When he placed mine in my hand he said, “you’re lucky I’m not making you crawl on all 4’s, boy”. Something was bothering Sir Jace, he stared at me with a scowl. “Boy, don’t you have something to say to me?” “Ummm…”, I looked down unsure of what he expecting from me. Then he quickly put down his drink and gave my ass a good whack, “did you forget your manners tonight, boy? What’s wrong with you”?, Sir Jace growled at me and a few people witnessed this brief interaction. “I’m sorry, Sir. Yes, thank you, Sir. I’m so sorry, Sir”. “You are fucking sorry, that’s for sure”, he said as he grabbed the leash and we made our way downstairs.

A few of his friends that I’d recognized from the bar were seated on the sofa and chairs. As Sir Jace greeted them, he did not bother to re-introduce me, I stood behind him. When he took a seat in a chair he pulled on the leash and pointed at the floor, and I kneeled beside him, and kept my eyes on the carpet. I listened as the men spoke.

After a few minutes, I heard them talking about me like I was not even there. “Is that your boy?” One of them asked. Sir replied, “one of them, yes”. “He still wearing your lock?”. Then Sir Jace took his phone out from the leather apron and showed them the Cellblock app. “I can lock or unlock him with a click of a button” “that’s fucking fantastic” one said. “How long has he been it?” “Well, it was almost 8 weeks and I let him out last weekend for 48 hours”. The whore couldn’t control himself so he’s now locked up again until at least the end of the year, aren’t you, boy?”, as he pulled on the leash to prompt me, “yes, Sir, I’m locked up until the end of the year”. And the group of men laughed.

“You know”, one friend began to say, “Will has a sling downstairs in the basement. Want to go check it out?” The group of 5 men in various costumes began to rise up, and with drinks in hand, began to make their way down to the basement, and sure enough, in the back corner hidden behind some shelves was a leather sling.

“You fellas wanna use by boy tonight? Is that why we’re down here”? One said, “are you offering”? “Why don’t we ask the boy”?Sir Jace turned to me, “hey, shithead, wanna get up in the sling? Want some dick tonight?” I wasn’t sure how to answer, quite honestly, I didn’t know if Sir Jace wanted his friends to use me or not”. “Sir, if it pleases you, I will do whatever you prefer”. I put the decision back to him.

He unhooked the leash from the collar, “get in, boy. I’m feeling generous tonight”. I hopped into the sling, and it was rather dark down there in the corner, I wasn’t able to make out faces too well. But I did start to feel a tongue lapping at my ass, and it wasn’t Sir’s.  It felt so good to feel this wet tongue lapping up my hole, fingering my hole…and then fucking my hole. The sling began to rock as I was getting fucked in the dark by one of Sir’s friends.

“Fuck him”, they were encouraging each other. “Breed the boy’s ass”. “Listen to him, he loves it”. One by one they rotated every few minutes fucking my ass as Sir Jace watched me from the side. He stared into my eyes, which made me very self-conscious. I kept my eyes on his as my legs were spread open taking all this dick. I knew I was getting fucked, but I felt nothing. I wished it was Sir Jace that was fucking me, I wanted him, and only him.  A tear began to fall down my face.

Each man fucked me, and dropped a load inside, buckled up, and left. It was just the two of us now. Cum was leaking out my swollen pussy lips and dripping down my taint. It was a good 30-45 minutes of non-stop fucking by a group of randy men. Sir Jace continued to stare at me, and then finally spoke, “I’m sorry, boy.” “Sir?” “I’m sorry I put you in that position tonight. I don’t know what I was thinking?” 

Then he bent down and we kissed. I had longed to feel the warmth of Sir Jace’s breath against me. The smell and taste of him. I moaned. “Sir, will you please fuck me. It’s you that I want now”. “Of course, boy. Let me get in that wet pussy”. First he removed the heavy apron and brought he cock to my face. He held my head tightly in his hands and began a slow, rhythmic pace. I could feel every familiar vein run against my tongue. I was lustful and wanted every fiber of Sir’s cock in my mouth.

Once he was good and slobbery, he positioned himself in front of me, found my cum-filled hole and slipped inside. “Ohhh Sir, you feel so good. You’re so hard” Sir Jace bent over and kissed me again, as I rubbed my hands all over his back, taking him in, my pussy opening up nicely to take his fuck. Sir Jace whispered in my ear, “you want my fist, boy? Can you take it”? “Yes Sir, I want it. I want to feel your fist inside me, Sir”

He propped himself up and pulled his cock out. Next to the sling was a bottle of Gun Oil. He slicked  his right hand with it, and 4 fingers fit immediately inside me. I had been fucked open pretty good. I didn’t have any poppers with me, but I was so in the moment, I didn’t feel like I needed them. I wanted to feel everything as it was happening. Sir inserted his thumb and I cried out, “ohhhh!” And I knew what was coming next. Sir’s expert hand pushed upwards and as I bit down on my wrist, his hand popped through my second hole. “Mmmmm mmmmnnnn mmmmm”, I began moaning into my arm trying to muffle myself.

Sir formed his hand into a fist now and began to very slowly rock it back and forth. His fist made my hole feel stretched and his knuckles hitting against my p-spot had me oozing like a faucet. I could feel the lock become sticky inside. I must’ve been too loud because one of the 5 men came back downstairs to see what was going on. It was his friend Simon, a British guy that’s been in the US for awhile. I’d seen him a few times at the bar. He was very tall, shock of dark spiked black hair, and if I recall a nice 8” uncut dick.

“Mind if I watch?” Simon asked. Sir said, “no, you can watch if you want to”. Simon stood at the side of us watching Sir’s fist work it’s magic inside me. Given where we were, we knew we couldn’t take our time to work our way towards a more serious fisting session, but Sir Jace did begin to punch fuck me with his right hand. Simon began to jerk off watching me get gut punched and I closed my eyes to focus on the pleasure, the feeling, the sensations of Sir Jace’s beautiful fist owning my fuck hole. I was his fuck puppet. I felt my hole stretching just a bit more when I opened my eyes, Sir was prying his cock inside. His cock rubbing against his hand was too much for him and Sir began to explode sending ropes of cum inside me.

Sir let me lick his hand, and I kissed it and licked it, tasting all of the combined loads from his buddies and from him. Simon hadn’t cum yet, but he was getting close. “Can I fuck his hole?” Simon was really worked up now, and I could see he was desperate. “Sure, Sir Jace said”. Jerking himself wildly, a second before cumming, Simon shoved his cock into my wet ass, and gave me another load.

They both helped me out of the sling and Sir gave me a huge bear hug and a kiss. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.” We stayed at the party another hour or so. With his sexual needs met, Sir Jace moved around the party more carefree and although I was collared and leashed as part of our costumes, he allowed me to engage with his friends. Most of them none the wiser that inside my belly I had so much sperm!

Sir Jace started driving back to the city and although it was a work night, he invited me to stay over. Another load was driven inside me before we both fell into a deep sleep. It was a wonderful night and I was so glad to be back in Sir’s good graces again.