It's Locktober

As someone who is frequently in chastity, I look forward to October every year. This is an opportunity to really lean into it, to celebrate it, and to enjoy all the things chastity has to offer for a pig bottom like myself. 

I’ve written many stories about Jace, my Keyholder. In recent months, we haven’t played nearly as much as we used to, as he’s been exploring a new relationship and I’ve been playing the field. But our common bond has always been chastity. He still likes to hold my key, and I like to let him. Even his new boyfriend seems to be fine with this arrangement, which is really cool. 

Knowing October 1 was right around the corner, we’d made plans to hook up last Saturday, September 30th. Jace said he wanted to milk my balls dry before we lock me up for 31 days. Sounded good to me!

I made sure before heading over to his place that I shaved my balls and pubes down to smooth like a newborn. Jace wasn’t going to let me free the entire month, even for maintenance. We agreed to this consensually. I did a good clean out of my guts because I had a feeling Jace was gonna breed me a few times, too.

Jace and I have hooked up so many times over the years, I know what he expects from me. When I arrived to his place, I stripped naked, folded my clothes and placed them on the bench near his front door. He was sitting on his lounger in his living room, in boxers, nothing else. I knelt in front of him, placed the metal cage, padlock and key in his hand, and then clasped my hands behind my back. He looked so sexy, that Black sexy man, his body never seemed to amaze me. His presence commands nothing but respect. Just being around him reminds me I’m inferior, I’m nothing but a lowly faggot. He doesn’t even have to say the words, it’s an understanding we’ve established through our years together. There is no question.

”Good boy! Now get my dick in ya mouth. No hands!”

I lean my head forward and use my teeth to bite down on the waistband of his boxers. He raised his hips to allow me to pull them down, all the way to his ankles. I reposition to get low enough to remove the boxers from his ankles until they are off completely. Then I look up to his massive hairy chest and just stare and admire. I take him all in. 

Jace allows me this time to visually worship his being, but I know his dick needs my oral attention. I lean forward once again, I place my face right in his groin and inhale a few times. His scent of musk, cocoa butter, soap, oh man, my body is tingling from his aroma. I finally open my mouth wide and take his growing member fully until my nose is tickled by his thick wiry pubes. I take a few more breaths, once again his scent drives me wild.  

“Lick my balls”, Jace instructs, holding his big brown balls in his hand, holding them up so I can readily access. First I take a huge whiff, I can’t help myself. Then I stick out my tongue and take my first taste. A little sweat, musk, oh fuck, I need more, I lick all around several swipes of the tongue before opening up again to take both nuts into my mouth, using my tongue still to wet them. 

“Get back on my cock!” 

Now it’s a slab of rock hard glistening meat, throbbing. I can see every vein and ridge popping. I get on that dick like Jace likes, throating him over and over again. He’s got both hands on the back of my head now, his hips bucking up and back, thrusting his hardness down my windpipe.

Suddenly, Jace grunts and I’m fed a copious load. It felt like gallons of manjuice emptying in my mouth, but probably was just a tablespoon at most. 

“That was good. You know how to get me off, you always do. Let’s take this to my room, pig.”

I follow him to his bedroom. My cock is hard now. How could it not be hard given what just happened. 

We laid down on the bed, he had me lay with my head on his chest. He begins to tweak my hard nipples with his fingertips and tells me to jerk myself off. As I get close he begins to tug and pull on them hard until I squint my eyes closed and paint my torso with swaths of white cum. Jace chuckles and feeds me my load with his fingertips. 

“Get on your stomach, I’m gonna fuck the next load out of ya!”

Jace stroked his cock with his right hand and fingered my hole with his left. Once he was hard enough. He got behind me, pushed my legs apart with his knees and then he lowered his body, sinking his stiffy into my ditch. I felt the full weight of his frame on top of me. My own cock stuck between his sheets and my abdomen. He put one of his arms around my throat my head now against his, he bit down on my shoulder blade while he rocked that ass up and down, sinking his cock deep in and out of me. My pussy so wet for him. 

For the next 30 minutes, he slow fucked me, kissing my neck, biting me, sucking my neck which lead to a visible hickey. All the while my own cock was leaking like a pipe, rigid again from the persistent knocking on my prostate.  I tightened my sphincter as I knew I was gonna blow soon. Jace was happy to hold his cock steady and let me grind back onto it, using it as an instrument to get my rocks off. I shot my load right into his sheets. Maybe a minute later, Jace filled me with his second load, then he rolled off. I cleaned his cock off with my mouth and then laid my head on his chest. He stroked my bearded face as we enjoyed the afterglow of orgasm. 

“We gonna get you off a couple more times until you dry, boy. Let me see you get hard again.”

This time I needed a little help. I pushed his right arm above his head so I could smell and lick out his armpit while I jerked myself to another erection. I was surprised how fast I was boning up. I’d worked out a rhythm of stroking while on my knees to his side and intermittently sniffing out his pit, tasting it, needing to use his fragrance to get me off. Once I knew I’d hit that point, I pointed my slit right into his pit and emptied. There wasn’t that much, but enough to streak the surface a few times. You know I dove in to clean up my own mess. 

I hadn’t even fully come down from my third orgasm when Jace pushed me onto my back. Then he straddled my chest, put a pillow behind my head and began to use my mouth like his personal fleshlight. He gripped the sides of my face and when I looked up to his, his eyes where closed tight, his head pointed towards the ceiling and his dick prying my lips open until his balls hit my chin. He was very aggressively grunting and I knew I had to breathe through my nose. His use of my face got me hard a fourth time. I reached down to stroke my sore dick. I knew Jace wanted me bone dry before locking me up for the month. The more aggressive he face fucked me, the harder I stroked my dick. I reached up to feel his muscled ass flex as he frantically brought himself to another orgasm down my trachea and the taste of his sweet semen had me cumming again, this time only a tiny dribble. 

Jace dismounted my chest and just by looking at me I knew he wanted to watch me lick my fingers clean from my recent splooge.

”You still not dry, boy.”

Jace laid back comfortably in his king bed and turned on his tV and found a clip of some good interracial porn. His hands clasped behind his head. I leaned in to take more sniffs of his sweaty pits. I knew he was expecting me to cum again. It was not easy to get hard again. When the Black top began to fuck his young White bottom on all 4’s mercilessly, that made my dick swell. Then, when he didn’t pull out, and he grunted like an animal breeding his prey, I yelled out and more cum flew out of me. My balls were so tight, jets hit my pecs and then my stomach. I was going in the wrong direction…more cum, not less. Shit!

”Damn, boy. You full of spunk today. Get your legs up!”

Jace was hard again between watching that scene and watching me cum and eat it.  He rolled over and mounted me with my ankles in my hands. His dick felt like a lead pipe moving through my cunt lips like butter. When Jace positioned himself on his knees and put my legs up over his shoulders I was able to wank freely. Jace squeezed my balls into his fist as he hoisted his big stick inside me. Once again the repeated scraping of my walnut made me nuts and I fired off another load, with Jace squeezing my nuts as I climaxed, I felt like every ounce of my ball juice was emptying. Once again the tension of my ass tightening around his dick sent him off into another orgasm. All of this happening in under two hours!

Jace pulled out and once again I knew I was expected to clean him off, which I did. Then I used my fingers to eat my load. I wouldn’t say he “makes” me do that, I do it on my own will, but I know he prefers it. 

Jace flipped to another interracial scene. This one involved a White bottom getting tag teamed by two Black, fit, and very hung tops. When the little guy was on his back with a dick in his ass, his head turned sideways and being face fucked by the other one, it set me off, and this time, a little tear of cum dribbled out of my slit. A tiny little pearl. But fuck, I wasn’t dry, and it wasn’t acceptable to Jace.

”Come on, boy. One more time!”

I ate the little bit of cum that I produced and felt like I was burping up cum I’d had so much between what Jace fed me and I fed myself. But I went for it. Jace was sweating like a pig now, and I was able to use that to make me hard, but it took forever to get there. I licked and sniffed him from head to toe. The porn playing in the background. Jace nodding off letting me do whatever I had to until I was ready to shoot again. When I was close, Jace opened his eyes. I was on my knees to his side, my dick pointed to his chest. And when I hit the point of no return, I had a dry orgasm. My cock was rubbed red and raw, and finally we got there. No more cum from my balls!

”Damn boy. Fuckin’ congratulations. Now let’s get that dick locked up so you can go. I got things to do.”

Jace reached over to his nightstand and handed me the cage and a small tube of lube. I rubbed the lube into the cage and some on my shaft. I placed the cockring around my balls, then slipped my shaft into the metal tube. Next I secured the device and clicked the lock, pulled out the key and put it in Jace’s hand. He took it from me and said when I left he’d hide it somewhere. 

I left him in his bedroom and put my clothes back on. My briefs felt quite snug around that metallic device. Jace and I moved to a metal cage as some of the plastic once’s were flimsy and the rubbery ones were too easy to slip out of. The metal cage is the real deal, there is really no escaping. I walked back to my place knowing I’d be locked up this entire month.

The first night is always tough. The cock is still adjusting to its confines. I find sleeping in a jockstrap to be most comfortable at night as the fabric tends to hold things together comfortably. 

Yesterday, I had to work. Finding good dress pants to hide the cage is always a challenge. Also, I like going to the urinal and pissing in my cage and always excited by the possibility of another man seeing it on me. That didn’t happen, but there’s still plenty of time.  Jace had me take a pic before I went to bed last night to prove I hadn’t freed myself. I keep telling him I’m not a magician and that I don’t want to take it off. He said I’d be whining like a bitch by next week because I always do. He’s right, usually the second week is the toughest, but then after that, it’s smooth sailing. 

So it’s day 3 now, long way to go! So far so good. I might just have to go piss in the urinal now!