My Keyholder

So after 4 weeks of lock-up in a metal cock cage, Jace texted me and said to come by after work. I was excited, as I hadn’t been able to jerk off properly. Yes, I’d had several orgasms bringing myself off with anal stimulation, but every guy knows beating his own dick is natural.

After work, I went home and “prepared” for my visit and walked over to his place. We sat on the sofa with some drinks in hand and after exchanging pleasantries Jace’s demeanor became more stern and he asked, “does wearing that thing make you feel “less than a man? What do you get out of it?”

I answered him that since I was a child, I always knew I was different than the other boys. As I grew older, the differences became more pronounced. I was never a leader, I was never as confident as the other boys. I was naturally always a step behind, and I never felt comfortable in the presence of other men. As I grew even older, I began to sense that other men could see this in me, and some had exploited it. As they exploited my servitude, I began to feel great joy and satisfaction when I pleased them. I used to wish I could be like them, wearing their natural masculinity so well, and then I realized i could never be like other men. It wasn’t genetically in my make-up. I accepted my station  in life as a beta. The chastity lock is validation of those feelings. When put it on me I feel secure physically. Mentally, something triggers inside me knowing another man has taken control of my dick. I feel good inside knowing an alpha man is putting me in my place by the symbolic use of the lock.

(There is a lot more to it than what I’ve described above, but that’s for my shrink and I to discuss.) Jace listened intently and then asked, “so you knew since you were a child that you were a faggot?”. I shook my head, yes, but then said, “I think when I hit puberty and couldn’t keep my eyes off the other boys’ junk, and admired their body hair which I had lacked, I knew something was up. A few years later, when I sucked off my first cock, and the thrill it gave me, and the answers it provided to me brought me to realize I was, and am, a faggot”.

Listening to this turned Jace on and he pulled down his zipper and fished out his cock. And began jerking it, then asked, “what goes through your mind when you see this dick”? i told him his cock was a symbol of his manhood. A big strong erection is something I don’t feel I should experience, unworthy of experiencing, this was only for real men. I  continued to tell him as he stroked that I think about how that cock would feel in my mouth, up my ass, dominating me, how much I love to have  cock and balls all in my face. How mighty it looks, how it deserves worship. How a strong steam of piss coming from it looks and feels as it pours over my body, further demonstrating his dominance onto me. 

He stood up and pointed to the floor. “Why don’t you show me?” I kneeled on the floor. Removed his pants and grabbed onto his fat black cock in my hands, studying it. Then I began to lick it, his balls. I pressed my face into his bulge and inhaled deeply. He reached down and pushed my face into his balls and then began to rub his cock all over my face. Finally, I open my mouth and he put his shaft inside, and I began to deep throat it. I wanted it all, I needed and craved to have that dick. I was moaning like a greedy faggot expressing just how much I loved doing what I was doing. Jace just looked down at me and watched. He understood the dynamic, a faggot in heat needs to let off some steam. Cocksucking is my favorite sport. I was expressing to Jace my innate desire to suck him off. Once I felt Jace’s cock swell slightly larger I knew he was close. I began to deep stroke him with my throat, and then just go fast back and forth on the head of his dick, and then he grabbed my head and thrust deep and drove his load down my throat.

He was out of breath, and sat back down on the sofa. I remained on the floor. When he came diwn from his orgasm. He took a sip of his drink and asked,”what’s it like for you to swallow cum”? I explained, earning  the cum from a cock is the ultimate honor I could show him. Having man seed inside me makes me feel marked by his dominance. Feeling the explosion in my mouth, the seconds before, brings me such a rush. Knowing my faggot body was able to satisfy an alpha man is the ultimate experience.

Jace then said, “get out of those clothes and come with me”. I stepped down to my jockstrap and he pointed to the bathtub, he said, lay down in there, and he began to urinate all over me, I began to moan as I rubbed it all over my body, he aimed at my face and I opened my mouth to get some. I was soaked in his piss. When he finished I got on my knees to suck off his remaining drops, and he got hard again.

He offered me a towel, but I didn’t want it, I wanted to have his piss and the smell of it on my body. He brought the towel with him and laid it on the bed. He got on the bed, on his back, and said “come here”, and he wanted me on my stomach. This was always the least comfortable position for me because of the cage, but I did as told. He began to wet his fingers and play with my hole, and he said, “that was hot. You should see your face when I pissed  all over you. You really are a faggot aren’t you? And I cooed, “ oh yes Sir, I am”. He continued to finger me with 3 fingers, then he pulled out some poppers and threw the bottle to me. He said, take some, as he up and pushed that fat dick in my hole. The poppers jumped out of my hand and spilled all over the towel. I began to inhale the towel, breathing in the poppers. Deep breaths. Holy shit I had never experienced anything like this. I closed my eyes and weird shapes were forming, I was outside of myself, tingling all over as Jace pulverized my hole. It was a fantastic rush like no other, so unexpected. Jace loved how out of my mind I had become and pushed my face back into the puddle of poppers. He grabbed onto my shoulders and rammed his cock in deep, I was flying, and Jace fucked until he unloaded in me, and collapsed on my back. He and I stayed in position taking in what was left of the spilled poppers, and didn’t say a word. We just experienced the feeling.

After several minutes, Jace roiled into his back, and said, “time to unlock you, get into the bathroom”. I thought that was unusual, why couldn’t he unlock me in bed? I didn’t ask any questions I went into the bathroom and Jace pulled out a fresh disposable razor and his can of Barbasol  shave cream, reached down and unlocked me. He then said, “go ahead, I want to watch you shave”. So I removed the device, wet my pubes and balls with water from the sink and applied the shave cream and did the job while Jace looked on. When finished, he inspected and agreed everything was tidy. He brought me a warm washcloth.

Then he said, “I think I’m going to lock you up again”. I looked at him and didn’t say anything. He continued as he grabbed the lock and began to re-apply it, “it’s clear you need it, and I like it”, and it clicked in place. Honestly, I wasn’t upset. I felt relieved. He asked if I wanted a shower, and i refused.

We said our good-byes and I didn’t even ask him how long until I’m unlocked. I didn’t really care. I walked home and it was late and time for bed. I stripped completely naked, except for the lock, and I took a deep sniff and could still smell the urine on me. Then I closed my eyes thinking about the load I swallowed and the load Jace bred into me, that was still swimming inside me. I smiled and drifted off to sleep.