I hadn’t hooked up with Christian since last Locktober. He seems to pop into my universe this time of year. Christian is a very successful lawyer, slightly older than me, slighter taller than me, very much richer than me. He’s 6’2”, mocha colored skin from the Caribbean islands, mustache, mostly dark curly head of hair with hints of grey. Christian also packs a nine inch dick with a very unique bend off to the left which my butthole always enjoys.
I think what attracts Christian each year is his affinity for locked boys. We met at the gym about eight or so years ago when Jace and I began experimenting with chastity. I was just coming out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my waist when I saw Christian sitting in the bench tying his shoes. He glanced towards me as I deliberately lost my towel and exposed my cage. A wicked smile came across his face. Next thing I know, that night I was taking his raw dick thrice in one night.
Christian travels an awful lot for work and for personal leisure. He had boys all around the world who he beds. I’m grateful to be in his roster even if it is an infrequent once or twice a year affair.
As it has been in past years it usually begins with a text.
“How’s it hanging?”, he asked.
“Locked, as usual. How are you?”
“I’m well. When can we fuck? I want to ravish you.”
Christian is also very direct and that is one thing I really like in a man. He doesn’t beat around the bush.
“Tonight?”
“I’m back in town tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow it is.”
“How long has it been?”
I knew he meant how long have I been locked.
“This time almost a full year.”
“Lovely.”
“Yes”
“Tomorrow then”
“Yes. safe travels.”
Although Locktober does end next weekend, I won’t be unlocking anytime soon. I’ve been locked up pretty much every day since last Nov 10, with a day or two here and there between the long stretches to get through airports or for more hygienic reasons. No Nut November or Deny December don’t really mean much to me. I discovered along with Jace’s help that I’m at my best when I’m locked. I don’t miss touching myself anymore. I’m comfortable knowing I’m a submissive faggot whose purpose is to serve real men who use their dicks regularly.
The next day, I had an extra pep in my step knowing I’d soon be deep dicking Christian’s cock in my throat.
About two in the afternoon he texted me.
“I’m home. Looking forward to seeing you tonight and using that free use pussy of yours.”
I always read his texts with his voice, with his sexy accent. Reading that text in that way made my hole quiver with excitement.
“Me too. I can’t wait to see you.”
“Are you at work now?”
“Yes”
“Cage pic? I want to see it.”
“Give me five.”
I headed to the single stall multi-gendered bathroom and snapped a few pics and sent them to Christian.
“Very sexy. I love it.”
“Thank you”
“Can you wear a thong tonight?”
“Yes”
“A white one?”
“Yes”
“Good boy.”
A few moments later, another text.
“Can I send you something?”
“Yes”
“Are you alone?”
“Yes”
Two dick pics came through my phone.
“You see what your cage does to me?”
“Hot”, is all I wrote. The truth was I was salivating over those dick pics. I enlarged them and studied them. That beautiful dick was going to be all mine that night.
“I need to fuck you.”
“Yes, please.”
“See you tonight.”
Christian was such a flirt. I loved that about him. A rich, powerful lawyer, texting me messages that would make him lose everything if anyone found out. I would never ever tell. I loved being the object of his affection.
The other thing is, we have a mutual friend in common. They are purely platonic and never fooled around as they are more like brothers. Our friend told me just a couple of weeks ago that Christian always tells him “what he wants to do to me”, which is kind of sexy. I had every intention of letting him do just that that very evening.
I went home from work a little earlier than usual to shave any stubble in places there shouldn’t be, to douche, and to put on that white, g-string thong I have somewhere in the bottom of my drawer. I chewed a gummy to get myself nice and loose for the occasion then I put on some jeans and a white button down shirt with the top three buttons undone. I put on some light cologne, and I was ready for our date.
I took a Lyft over to Christian’s mansion in a very affluent part of the city and rang his doorbell. He looked stunning when he answered the door. Also in an expensive pair of firm fitting jeans, and a blue button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a few undone buttons revealing a gold chain resting over some chest hair.
Christian closed the door behind me and pulled my hand so I would come back toward him and we made out and embraced. He’s an amazing kisser and I was immediately ready for him to use me, but that wasn’t how this evening would go just yet.
“Come, let’s have some wine before we go upstairs.”
Christian opened an expensive bottle of 2020 Caymus50 and poured us a hefty glass. We clinked our glasses together and that first sip went right to my head, but it was some very fine wine indeed.
“So how have you been?”, he asked.
“I’ve been well, it’s been a year of ups and downs, but that’s probably the same for most people.”
“A year in chastity for you? That’s impressive.”
“Thank you.”
“Tell me why you do it?”
“Nobody really ever asked me that before.”
“I’m asking you.”, Christian has this way of looking at me like nothing she’s matters. Such intensity, so fucking hot.
“I guess I just feel comfortable when my I can’t touch my cock, and it can’t get hard.”
“I understand that, but why?”
“I don’t know.”
“You could tell me, you do know.”
I took another sip, and the gummy had my head swimming.
“It makes me feel like a real faggot. I never felt like a real man.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere. Go on, why not?”
“I never liked girls. I always wanted to be the girl. I wanted the boy to like me, to fuck me. Real men don’t get fucked, or at least that’s what I grew up thinking.”
“So why lock it away? Just because you didn’t like girls didn’t mean you couldn’t touch yourself?”
“I like being denied. I like how it makes me feel inside. I like that I’m always horny, and I’m so eager to please, and I guess I like the build up. When Jace lets me cum, it’s incredible. It’s worth the wait.”
“I’ll never understand the mentality of a locked boy. I love swinging my dick around all day and every day. I love to fuck boys like you who don’t expect or want anything in return, who open their pussies up for me. All of you boys are all about pleasing men like me. Lucky for me, isn’t it?”
That Caymus was going to our heads with each swig of the glass.
After Christian said that to me, he leaned in for more kissing and I could taste the fine wine on his tongue. Then he placed his hand over my crotch and squeezed.
Then he broke the kiss and said sternly.
“Take them off. I want to see you in the thong. You did wear it like I asked?”
“Yes, yes I did.”
I took off my shoes and socks and then I pulled off my jeans one leg at a time and left them on the plush carpet.
“Come sit here”, Christian said as he tapped his lap.
I sat with my butt crack resting on his hardon over his jeans while he cupped my cage in his hand over my practically see through thong.
“You’re so sexy baby. I’m gonna have that ass all night tonight. You’ll see.”
I took the last swig of the wine in my glass and said, “I hope so”.
Christian’s arm wrapped around my torso, his fingers in my opened shirt found a nipple and he gently worked it round and round, making me moan gently as I ground my ass into his bulge.
“Ohh that feels so nice.”, I said.
Christian finished his wine and slid our glasses back, then he kissed the back of my neck while unbuttoning my shirt all the way.
“You smell so nice baby.”
“Thank you.”, I whispered as both nipples were now in between his fingers.
“Stand up for me baby, I wanna see you in your sexy thong.”
As much as I didn’t want to move, I did want to please Christian do I stood a foot away so he could get a good frontal look.
“Mmmmm mmmmm, so dam sexy baby. Look how it barely covers your locked cock. Now turn around for me.”
I turned around and Christian placed my butt cheeks into both of his hands and spread them.
“Bend over, I wanna see the g-string.”
I bent over and Christian snapped the string against my ass crack, it vibrated over my tingling ring.
“Sooo so sexy. You have one of the hottest asses I’ve ever fucked baby. I can’t wait to get in there.”
I didn’t respond, I just let him continue caressing my ass.
“You want to make me feel good baby?”
“Yes”
“Suck my big dick for me. Leave your thong on and get on your knees.”
Christian pulled off his jeans and his shirt, now naked, he sat on the stool with his legs apart. His erection stood upright and that glorious bend appeared just how I remembered.
Christian grabbed his erection with his fist and with the other presented his balls to me. They were slightly larger than golf balls, faintly covered with strands of short light brown hair. My tongue lapped up one and then the other. I’d wrapped my fist around Christian’s bricked up dick and took over now attempting to suck both balls at once, stretching my lips wide to take them inside and tongue them.
After a decent ball worship, it was time for some real cock work. I lifted myself up so my head was high enough to take Christian’s cock all the way down my throat to the base. I’d done it many times before so I was confident I’d do it again. I’d been visualizing this very moment all day long. Wanting to feel that hard cock slither all the way down my throat until I couldn’t breathe. It was better than I ever remembered, Christian’s erect dick was so hard and spongy, I rolled my tongue over every ridge, my open throat forgetting it ever had a gag reflex.
Christian placed one hand on the top of my head, guiding me up and and down, up and down his shaft. His foot found my cage and began to gently kick it and press down on it. It felt good to have a real man’s erection in my throat while he humiliated me for the forced inability to grow one myself. The clarity of knowing which one of us was entitled to dick worship and which was not was always a turn on for me.
“Yessss, oh that’s good baby. Show me how you make a man feel good, baby.”
I wanted nothing more than to please him, I let my the muscles in my neck go slack and allowed Christian to drive, moving his cock in and out of my throat cavity at his own pace. I think I was doing too good a job because suddenly his busy foot left my balls alone.
“Mmmmm, I could slide my cock down your throat all night, but it’s your pussy that I really want. Come, let’s go upstairs to my bedroom.”
Christian helped me to my feet and turned the light down and we walked upstairs to his master suite.
Once again, we embraced, more tonguing ensued and a dance toward the king bed.
Christian proceeded to push me onto the bed, on my stomach, pushed my buttocks upward, pushed the g-sting to the side and placed his face between my cheeks. Christian’s long and sensual tongue proceeded to rim me, gently licking the my sensitive folds surrounding my love tunnel, and ultimately darting his tongue in and in turn making my body shiver with excitement. Priming my butt hole for what was to come.
Listening to Christian lose himself in my mounds only made me want to give my hole up to him even more. His slender finger slid inside and deliberately found my prostate, hooking in just the right way to cause my balls to stir and my sheathed cock to leak like an old drain. Christian’s free hand slipped under the thong and cupped my warm balls and gave a gentle squeeze. It was almost cruel how he pleasured my pussy and massaged my balls, knowing full well my cock could never fully realize its full potential, taking pleasure in the knowledge that I was helplessly compromised and confident that I would welcome his cock inside of me to give me the pleasure I could not give myself.
Christian came up for air only to place his body over mine, his chest on my back, his legs spreading mine apart.
“Oh baby, I’m gonna fuck you. I wanna put my cock inside of you so bad. Open that sweet pussy for me, baby.”, he whispered into my ear, licking my earlobe and sending shivers down my spine.
His cock rubbed up and down my crack and then Christian spit into his hand and rubbed his cock to add some lubrication a few times and he’d left so much slobber inside me, that when the head of his hardon finally found my entrance, Christian gently pushed forward, expanding my balloon knot around his thickness, and I’d reached behind me, planting my hands on his hard and muscled ass, guiding his cock meat all the way down to the hilt.
I let go and then gripped the pillow just above my head, and pushed my ass up and out , practically gifting my pussy to him.
“Oh yeah baby, that’s it. Let me in. Let me dick you down the way you need it baby.”
Christian bit down on my shoulder blade while rhythmically taking my breath away.
“Oh yes! Fuck me! Take my pussy!”, I encouraged Christian.
I didn’t want him to hold back. I wanted him to ravage me. Christian pinned my wrists with his hands, his chest still sticking to my back, and it was incredible to feel the power of his cock lifting me off the bed with every downstroke. I loved how my chute dilated around that thick hard dick and lit my ass up. With every thrust I felt more alive, the nerve endings in my ass became so stimulated I thought I would lose my mind.
“Ohhh ohhh yessss, fuuuckk me!”, I was pleading. I wanted to be used and at the moment I knew that when I fantasized about being with Christian that night, I imagined this very thing that was happening. Only this was very real, and it was better than the fantasy.
“Tighten that hole for me baby. I’m gonna give you a treat. Don’t worry, I have plenty more for you. Just squeeze your pussy and let me fuck it good.”
I squeezed my hole tight to increase the pressure in his shaft, and once again Christian was biting my shoulder and grunting hard as he drilled his big dick into my tiny hole. I knew I had him on the verge. The grunts were pitching higher and his body tensed over me, grunting, straining, never letting his cock stop pumping. He was just in the edge.
“Ohhh fuck! I’m gonna dump my load in you baby! Ohh fuck yeah! Keep that ass tight for me. Ohhh fuck! Ohhh shit! Ohhhh fuck! Ohhhh yeah!!! Ohhhh yeahhhhh”
Christian’s cock fired off several rounds straight into my rectum. When his orgasm subsided, his entire body collapsed onto mine. I kept squeezing my ass, clenching down, making sure I’d milked his entire load into my bowels.
Convinced my tightened sphincter had squeezed out all he had to offer in this round, Christian rolled off of me and we laid with my head on his chest, both breathing hard and coming down from the ecstasy of his orgasm.
“Damn, I needed that. I’ve been edging all day thinking about fucking that sweet ass of yours.”
“Christian, you are such a sexy man. I’d let you fuck me every single day if i could.”
“Well, baby, you’re in my bed now, and I intend to fuck you again tonight.”
“Yes please.”
Christian caressed my back and then his long arm made its way to my backside, rubbing my butt cheek, jiggling it in his hand, giving me some light taps. I did feel some of his seed spill out the rim of my gaped pussy hole, but most of it was swimming in my belly. I loved having Christian’s essence inside my body, it made me feel closer to him, and that he wanted to give me more of him was exciting.
I placed a hand on Christian’s flaccid cock while he continued playing with my globes, and once I began a slow stroking, I could feel Christian’s cock coming back to life. Feeling it harden in my grasp made me feel special, that my touch can make Christian so turned on to fuck me again and again, it does make me feel sexy, I’ll admit it.
“Suck me, cocksucker. I know you want to.”
It wasn’t an ask, it was a tell. Men like Christian do not need to ask anything, they take and expect I brought my mouth onto Christian’s hard rock of a penis and slid it all the down my throat while cupping his balls. I held myself down as long as I could before coming up for air and doing it again, after the fourth time, I was able to find a great rhythm and became Christian’s throat pussy until so much snot was coming out of my nose I had to wipe off.
Examining the mess I’d made I decided it was more than enough lube to easily mount myself on Christian’s little sailor. Besides, I did have his seed still up in there for an added coat. I finally removed the g-string, as I didn’t want anything getting in the way.
“Oh baby, it’s so hot watching you bounce on me with your locked dick. This is why fucking caged boys is the best!”
Christian inspired me to work my hole over his pole. I leaned over in such a way that the curve of Christian’s cock would scrape against my p-spot. Once I found it, I was an elated puppy, humping on it, moaning, groaning, screaming out, “oh yes! OH! YES!!”
I became the energizer bunny, using Christian’s cock to its full advantage and once I’d hit the jackpot and my nectar sprayed right out of the hole in my cage, I felt a rush of endorphins shoot right through me, and I collapsed right on Christian’s chest, my load sticking between us.
Christian rolled me over onto my back and placed my legs up on his shoulders. My hole finally unclenched and Christian used my butt hole to get himself off and unload round number two. This time he fell on me, and I hugged him so tight, and kissed his shoulder, and soothed his back until his heavy breathing ceased and his heart rate returned to normal.
“That was exquisite. Fuck, watching you come without touching yourself gets me every time.”
“It’s a special occasion when I come like that.”
“It sure is. You still want more baby?”
“Always, yes.”
Christian and I once again embraced, Christian climbed on top of me and we kissed, our bodies still gluing together from my spewed ball juice. When Christian started licking my neck, I wondered if he did this with all of his locked boys, or just me? I didn’t expect to have to hide a large hickey at work the next day, but Christian was determined to leave evidence of our tryst.
It was nearing midnight by now, and as the minutes passed since our second round, Christian was gearing up for the next. Yes, I did assist preparing his tool for the job. Hanging my head on the edge of the bed, Christian held the sides of my head in a vice grip, testing the bounds of my oral capabilities, once again finding ways to emit as much throat goo without puking. I loved being in this position, turning into a human mouth pussy, but for me, an added bonus was the feeling of Christian’s heavy balls smothering my face. Hanging and heavy testicles, even after shooting two rounds, was impressive and I loved knowing that every time they cane up against me, they were churning and brewing up more delicious seed to soon be emptied in my ass.
Once Christian worked himself into ass fucking mode, he pulled his cock out, and had me flip so that I was ass yo and face down on the mattress. I hugged a pillow and braced for an epic deep dicking.
Christian did not waste time. Once again using my own spit for coating his cock and once inside, using his own spilled seed, I was power driven from behind enabled by our natural body fluids.
I’d just watched TimTales latest release while getting ready for Christian. In it, a hot Cuban top, Alejandro Cabrera tops a new Colombian bottom, Nicolas Novos. When Alejandro takes him from behind, the pure joy on his bottom’s face was so apparent. A bottom that appreciates a good and hard ass fuck.
Well, I was now in that very same scenario, and I had that giddy elated grin on my face.
“Ohhh yes! Ohhh fuck me!”, I begged. A man’s hard penis pumping me full of dick is what I live for.
Christian didn’t last as long this time as he did in round two, but I don’t think he was going for long and sensual. This was something different, tapping into a man’s biological instinct to breed, an untamed animal emerged, he let loose and used my slutty hole for everything it was worth.
When Christian came this final time, it felt like an earthquake had hit us. His body shook and the release was so epic. I could even feel the strength of his unloading as I wrapped my hole around his pulsating cock, marveling at just how much of his baby makers were injecting into me.
This time I couldn’t fight the urge to spin around and clean off his fuck weapon. It appeared exactly as I’d imagined, coated with white froth, just there for the taking. I opened wide with every intention to ingest all the seed I could get.
Christian collapsed on his chest, exhausted. He’d had quite the workout, working three loads in three hours. I laid myself onto of him, my cage resting between his legs and I kissed his cheek and thanked him for such a wonderful evening.
Once he’d drifted off to sleep, I collected my things and called for a ride home, doing everything that I could to keep Christian’s essence inside of me in the car. There was no doubt I smelled like sex, and my shirt collar did nothing to hide that huge hickey. The middle-aged Middle-Eastern driver kept giving me this smug look in the rear view mirror like he knew what I’d been up to for the entire ride home. I offered him no details and remained quiet for the entire ride, letting him wonder.
Once home, I’d found the perfect butt plug from my collection. It is short and stubby, but very wide. I wanted a stopper to sleep with.
I cursed up in bed wearing just my strap over my cage, plugged, and sated.
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