My Keyholder

It was now Sunday morning, Sir Jace woke up late from a night of drinking looking not so great. I woke up earlier and brewed some coffee and brought him a cup. He thanked me and asked me to sit in the bed beside him. He said, “Boy, you’ve done well this weekend. You’ve endured quite a bit. You ready for a big weekend finale?” I timidly answered, “Yes, Sir. What do you have in mind?” He snickered and said, “Just you wait and see. It’s a surprise and I made it all by myself”, with a chuckle. He asked me to clean up and clean out well.

He made himself breakfast while I cleaned out and showered. When I finished, he called me over to him, leashed me, and walked me down to the basement. He pointed to the sling and said, “get in, boy”. I did and he secured my ankles to the straps hanging from the top bar of the sling. Then he blindfolded me, and secured the gas mask with poppers. He told me to inhale a few hits and he’d be right back.

He walked up and down the stairs fairly quickly. I heard him fussing about but had no clue what he was up to. I was lying back in the sling, feeling the effects of the poppers, and truly relaxed. Suddenly, I felt something inserted inside my asshole. Sir Jace said, “Boy, I’ve been saving my cum in a jar for the past three weeks and freezing it. It melted over night, and now I’m shoving it deep up your ass”. I felt him insert the syringe a few times before he stopped. “Now it’s time to add a fresh load”. I felt his hard 9 inches thrust inside me, and the wet sounds of cum sloshing around as the chains of the sling rattled and Sir Jace took my ass like only he can. I grunted, the mask absorbing the true nature of my enjoyment. That didn’t stop Sir Jace from fucking the daylights out of me, himself fucking me as hard as he could until he dropped his load inside me. He pulled out slowly, using his fingers to insert back into my ass any cum that had escaped.

“That’s it boy, now you’re full of my babies. You love it though, you slut. Inhale deeply and get ready”. I felt like my ass was being ripped in half. Once of the thickest dildos I’d ever felt was pushed inside me. It had deep ridges which scraped against my anal wall. It felt like it was endless, as Sir Jace pushed and pushed. It had to have been a foot long, and as wide as a thick forearm. My asshole spasmed around it. I inhaled deeply, in a panic, my body tensed. I tried to reach down to pull it out. “Oh no you don’t” I heard Sir Jace yell.  He secured my wrists to straps at each side of my head, arms stretched wide  and secured. “You can do this boy”, and he rubbed my stomach and tweaked my nipples.

I settled down after a few minutes. Sir Jace began to slide this monster dildo out of my ass, slowly several inches, and then with a hard shove, he’d push it back inside. The only lube being his own cum. In and out in and out this went on for what seemed like forever. I was moaning loud and I began to piss all over my stomach, the piss spraying out of the cage wildly. It felt like he was hitting against my bladder. This didn’t stop Sir Jace it only made him increase the pace.

My hole felt swollen and sore. Sir Jace shoved that monster dildo all the way inside me, then I felt more pressure at my ass entrance, and his rigid cockhead wedged itself along the side of the ridged dildo, inside of me. I didn’t even think this could  be possible. I thought to myself I’ve become a “super spreader”! Sir Jace braced himself holding onto the top rail of the sling and began to pummel his cock inside me, the dildo deep inside me, my ass muscles gripping onto it tightly.  I inhaled again, closed my eyes, and began to see circles and shapes form in my mind, I’d lost all control and mumbled incomprehensibly. Sir Jace had conquered my hole again, and he fucked me so hard and so deep and so long. I was out of breath, and again feeling To feel warm piss coat my stomach.  Sir Jace had the stamina of a beast, endlessly fucking me. Through the fog on my head, I heard him grunting with animalistic lust with his end goal of breeding his boy. And that he did. I felt his cock spray my insides, the veins in his big black dick pulsing, releasing more of his cum inside me.

And then he ripped his cock and that monster dildo out of me. I screamed loudly, but I was muffled. Sir Jace again attempted to push any flying cum back into my ass. He momentarily removed the mask, and brought the dildo to my mouth. He simply said, “lick”. I could hardly believe how coated with cum this foot long and thick dildo had become. My tongue darting out, rubbing against each ridge to taste and swallow Sir’s jizz. Then he said, “open”, and he pushed it inside my mouth. I could barely open wide enough, and it only scraped against the entrance of my throat.

Then he strapped the mask back on. I heard him push the bucket of j-lube over to him and heard the wet sounds of him lubing his hands. With my ass gaping, Sir pushed a fist inside me with ease, pushing past my second sphincter without the usual “pop”. I didn’t expect Sir to begin punch fisting me with both fists so quickly. There’s usually a build up. High as a kite now, Sir knows I usually cum when he punch fucks me on rapid succession. There’s a certain rhythm that he finds that pushes me to the point of cumming. As he punch fisted me in rapid succession, like a boxer, my body began to tense preparing for a huge release. I was getting higher and higher, moaning louder and louder, and my ass grabbed onto the fist inside me with so much force, Sir Jace didn’t dare remove it, and I rocked myself on it just a bit more and sprayed cum out of the cage slit as it landed on my piss soaked stomach. It felt like splotches of hot lava landing on my skin. Sir Jace used his free hand to scoop up the cum and placed it back into my hole to add to the lube.

“That was hot boy. I have never seen you cum so hard”. When my ass finally released its grip on his fist. He pulled it back just a bit and then he pushed up and in, all the way up to his elbow. “Yowwww Fuck!” I screamed into the mask. Sir Jace began to rock his forearm from elbow to wrist. It felt like a baseball bat moving through me. My hole acting like a sleeve for his forearm!

Sir Jace held his forearm inside me, then I felt his other open cone-shaped hand push in sliding against it. I was spread open as wide as that dildo now, maybe even wider! Slowly pushing in further and further, relying on the copious amount of cum and lube to slick his way inside until both fists met. Clasping both fists together, he began to slide his combined forearms in and out. Once again, I pissed all over my stomach, but the feeing inside me felt so full, and it felt so good and so right. I’d become a real fist pig for Sir Jace. You have to have the right mindset, good poppers, no fear, and trust in the man fisting you. I loose all my inhibitions with Sir Jace. I accept fully literally and physically what he decides to do with my body.

At that moment, feeing his fists balled together into one, I was transcending out of my body. After pissing myself for the third time, Sir Jace began to punch inside me, and once again, I knew I’d orgasm, I knew he wanted me to. I began to wildly scream, “oh fuck, faster! Ohhh fuck, don’t stop”, and I was moaning louder and louder, muffled through the mask, but Sir Jace knew I was enjoying every inch of this. And once again, my ass muscles squeezed down hard on him, locking him in place, and I rocked my hips faster until again, hot cum splattered all over my stomach.

Sir Jace pulled out, scooped my fresh cum back inside my wide open hole and shoved his right hand back inside me. I knew that was his jerking off hand, and sure enough, his cock pushed inside me, and I could feel Sir Jace’s fist move inside me, cum splashing, as he pulled on his cock faster and faster. I’d pissed on myself a fourth time, which pushed Sir Jace to orgasm once again.

Holy shit, I’d been poppered up in that sling for well over two hours. When Sir Jace finished in my hole, he leaned forward, his head on my chest, his bare chest landing on my piss pooled stomach. He’d blasted 3 loads by this point. My head was seriously spinning out of control. I don’t think I’d ever hit the poppers so hard. Sir Jace fumbled with his wet fingers to remove the straps of the mask as it fell to the floor. I could not move or say a word.

It was several minutes before Sir Jace pried himself off of me. My eyes were still closed. He released my wrists and I brought my hands to my face, still trying to bring myself to consciousness. Sir Jace walked over to the sink and splashed water on his face and walked back. “You okay boy”? I mumbled , “mmm hmmm”. I couldn’t form words. Sir Jace said, “I’ll be right back”.

He walked back downstairs with a water bottle and he slowly poured some over my head and face and into my mouth. It felt cold and it felt good. My legs were getting tired in the sling. My ankles hadn’t been released yet. “You think you can handle more dick, boy”?

Then my eyes opened, wide-eyed, and asked, “Sir?” Well, a buddy of mine texted this morning asking if he could fuck my boy. You could say no if you think you can’t do it. He’s a good looking guy, he’s got an average cock. You probably won’t even feel it your hole is gaping”. I took a minute and said, “okay”. I think that’s all I had in me to say at this point.

Sir left me in the sling as he went upstairs to call his friend over. I fell asleep in the sling, recovering from the fisting and fucking. I don’t know how long I was out and I heard loud thuds of fast footsteps running down the stairs. There was Sir Jace and standing next to him was a white guy, in his 30’s, bald, short-cropped black beard, about as tall as Sir Jace’s 6 feet, and a similar build. He looked over to me and said, “yes, I want to fuck him”, and he stripped off his shirt, revealing a furry chest, nice pecs, nice arms. He removed his shorts and let them slip down to the floor and stepped out of them. Sir Jace said, “doubt he needs any lube”. His friend stood in front of me, rubbing himself to hardness. From my angle I couldn’t see his cock fully.

Then he pressed against my anus and he pushed inside. I was so loose, I didn’t feel much. And I was extremely wet. My ass had no “grip”, I’d been fucked wide open. Seeing his frustration Sir Jace asked him, “you wanna try something new”? “Sure” he said. “Stick your fist in him and jerk off in his ass”. “For real?” “Yes, maybe he’ll piss himself again”. “Again?” His friend asked? “Yes, he’s done it several times already, haven’t you boy”? I shook my head up and down, agreeing.

Hesitantly, I felt him slowly pushing his hand inside me. “Go ahead, you won’t hurt him. He likes it”. This gave his friend more confidence, and within a minute, his hand was firmly gripped around his cock, and I felt him get into a rhythm that he liked. Yes, I did piss myself yet again, and watching me do it, his friend was so turned on, he fisted his cock faster and harder until he sprayed his jizz inside me. Sir Jace took out his own cock and stroked watching his friend fuck and fist my hole, and amazingly, he was hard as a brick. As soon as his friend exited my hole, Sir Jace entered fist and cock, and within minutes, I had another load inside me.

His friend got dressed and left. Sir Jace finally released my ankles and hoisted me up. He hugged me hard, and kissed me equally hard. He said, “you really are a special boy, your ass is insatiable and I love it”. And kissed me again. He said we’d get cleaned up and grab some dinner out on the way back to the city.

That really was a special day and an unforgettable experience. I’d wondered that night as I lay in bed what would happen next. It seems like Sir Jace likes to take me to a new space and a new place almost every time. I’d wondered what could top this as I fell asleep.