Yesterday I struck gold sitting across from an attractive black man with an enormous cock. Today, I was just as lucky in the grocery store. It all began in the morning. I like to shop early before the store gets crowded and the fresh fruits and veggies are plentiful.
Don’t judge me. I do purposely wear shorts that showcase my cage. It’s been a dick magnet recently. I don’t think when Jace and decided to lock me up long term back in November that either of us foresaw this, bit this unexpected side benefit has been terrific.
I was fondling peaches when my eyes met him. A Latino man with light brown skin, curly brown hair, a Chevron mustache, brown eyes. He seemed to be in his early 40’s maybe. He was wearing a black tank top, “Zaddy” written in white block letters across his chest. Since he went sleeveless, I’m sure it was deliberate to show off his many hours at the gym working on his big sculpted arms and pecs. It appeared there was a black ink tattoo of some sort across his chest, maybe angel wings? The left arm was covered in ink from shoulder to wrist with an elaborate design. There were other tats on his thighs, ankles, and calves. He was fucking hot, and he knew it.
When our eyes met, he smiled and laughed at me.
“Good morning”, he said innocently.
“Good morning”, I said back.
“I’ve been watching you fondling those peaches.”, he said.
“Gotta make sure they are just right you know.”
“Yes, I get it.”
Then he extended his hand for a handshake, “I’m Carlos”.
“I’m Rich.”
“Nice to meet you. So…you always go out in public wearing tiny shorts like this?”, he said while eyeing up the obvious bumps giving away my locked dick.”
“Sometimes, yeah. You always wear tight tank tops in public?”
“Touche’. Well, you know I woke up feeling a little frisky. My boyfriend is out of town, so…”
I cut him off, “so when the cat’s away..”
“Yeah, you might say that.”
“I did say that. So you planned on picking someone up at the grocery store?”, I asked.
“Well, no, but things happen, right? And who said I was picking you up?”
“Well, I guess you didn’t, but the fact we’re both standing here dressed as we are didn’t get lost on us, did it?”
“No, certainly not. So did you just put that cage on this morning to get attention?”
“Oh, no, not at all. I’ve pretty much been wearing it since last November.”
“No way! Your boyfriend keeping tabs on you?”
“No, my fuck bud. We have this thing…but no, I’m not necessarily attached.”
“That’s pretty wild. I want to see it.”
“Now? Here?”
“Yeah, why not, go over there in the corner and flash me.”
“Seriously? How do I know you’re not a cop trying to set me up?”
“Well, I am a cop, but I swear I’m not trying to set you up.”
He raised his hand to God with one hand with the other over his heart.
“Ok, I’ll do it.”
I put the bag of peaches down in my basket and walked over to a quiet corner, turned towards Carlos and pulled down my shorts and exposed my caged dicklet in public.
Then I walked back over towards him.
“That’s sexy.”
“You think? So what? Do I get to see your dick now?”
“Not here, but yeah, if you want to.”
“Wait, that doesn’t seem fair.”
“Something tells me you enjoyed showing off, it isn’t about what’s fair or not fair. Am I right, maricon?”
“Yes, I guess you figured me out.”
“Well, I have years on the force, I’ve learned some things about people. But honestly, it didn’t take much detective work to figure you out. That cage would be obvious to anyone who was paying even the slightest bit of attention.”
“I guess. So you think it’s sexy?”
“I do, yes.”, he said in a sultry tone.
“So what are you suggesting?”
“How about we pay for our fruit and you come back to my place. I’m not too far, and then we see what happens.”
“Ummm, yeah, ok. I mean, you’re a cop, I guess it’s safe enough.”
“I’ll only hurt you if you ask me to, I promise.”, he chuckled.
We paid for our things on the express line and once outside Carlos said I should follow him to his place.
He was driving a black GMC truck with a couple of stickers indicating his support to the men in blue.
We drove down some side streets behind the grocery store and soon I was pulling into the driveway of a modest single family home.
Before I put the car in park, Carlos walked over to my window.
“Hey, I’m really sorry. Do you mind parking up the street a little further from the house? My boyfriend’s sister and her family live right over there. If they see a strange car in the driveway, they’re gonna rat me out. I hate living near them.”
If this man wasn’t so hot, I would probably have driven away, but I was too curious at this point,
I parked down the street and walked back, the front door was slightly open so I walked inside.
There were pictures of the handsome couple all over the place. The boyfriend was blonde and very good looking.
“Your boyfriend is cute.”
“He is, we met in the academy. I just wish his sister didn’t move in across the street. She’s so nosy. Now, I don’t wanna talk about him. He’s not here. I wanna talk about you. How about you show me what’s under your shorts again, I wanna see it up close.”
“Ok”
This time I just pulled my shorts off completely letting my black Cobra cage out of its confines.
Carlos stepped closer to me, his hand covered my cage and tugged on it a bit.
“So sexy, I love watching locked boys when I jerk off with porn. They’re always so eager to please.”
Carlos leaned in for a kiss and the whiskers of his moustache scratched up against my smooth face. It felt nice, like I was being taken. Not only was Carlos more buff than me, he was probably a good three inches taller.
After the kiss, Carlos said, “let’s go upstairs.”
I followed him to what I guessed was a guest room. It looked unlived in and the bed was made perfectly.
Carlos once again kissed me and removed my T-shirt.
As we kissed yet again, his fingers grabbed my nipples and he twisted and pinched them, which makes me crazy.
“Oh you like it when I do that, huh?”
“Yes, I love it!”
Carlos then bent his head down and took my right nipple into his mouth, occasionally brushing his thick mustache over it making me groan and making my cage leak.
He smiled at me and then grabbed onto my cage again.
“You’re a sexy man, Rich. I’m glad we met.”
Man, he was so fucking sexy.
“Carlos, look at me and look at you. I’m naked and you’re not.”
“I couldn’t wait to see what you looked like without anything on your body.”
Then he cupped my butt cheek.
“And you’ve got such a cute ass, too. Damn, you’re hot.”
As we kissed again, my hand brushed against his crotch. Whatever was hiding in there was stiff.
I broke our kiss and I pulled off his tank top. Fuck, what a beautiful chest. Some fur, but not too much, nice pecs, and the angel wings were now completely visible. His right nipple has a small silver barbell pierced through it.
“Angel wings”, I said as I ran my hands over his chest. “I don’t know, Carlos, you don’t seem like much of an angel to me.”
“Me? I’m a nice guy, but you’re right, I can be devilish if provoked.”
“Am I provoking you?”
“Yes, yes, you are maricon”
We kissed and my hands roamed over his chest and his arms and shoulders. He was fit and I enjoyed feeling his muscles.
“So, you wanna lay down on the bed?”
“Yeah, sure, but first I wanna take these off”, finding his waistband and pulling off his shorts. I helped him step out of them, more tats on his thighs and one on his foot. I find tats so sexy and hot on built guys.
His cock strained in the pouch of his navy blue CK boxer briefs.
I tried to peel them off, but Carlos grabbed my wrist.
“No, not yet, let’s go to the bed.”
Carlos placed me on my back in the center of the bed and climbed on top of me. I felt his erection against my thigh as he kissed my face and lips. Then he licked and kissed me down my neck, once again working both nipples with his teeth, tongue, and fingers. Then he kissed my stomach, licking downward.
He put my cage in his mouth and I felt his wet tongue between the cage’s open ridges. What a wild sensation! I was fighting the want for growing an erection, the denial making me ache. Carlos looked up at me, almost knowing that he was the sole cause of my angst and loving every second of it.
Then he went even lower, sucking on my balls, lifting my legs up and eating my ass out. Fuck! Fuck! This was one talented Latin lover! Most men I meet don’t provide this level of intimacy. Im usually getting physically hurt in some way or another, this was a refreshing change.
I was writhing and panting as his tongue swirled around my hole. The moustache was magical, I was dripping so much precum, and Carlos was literally licking it off as I was producing it.
When he climbed back on top of me, our lips locked, tongues swapped, and his cock was again between my legs. I tasted my own seminal fluid on his tongue. At some point he’d pulled off his briefs, and the heat coming off his erection was incredible. While I didn’t see it yet, he had an ample cock from what I could tell, nothing to be ashamed of in that department, and seemed pretty thick, too.
“Fuck Rich. You make me so hot.”
“Are you gonna fuck me, Carlos?”
“Oh yes, but not yet. Can I put my dick in your mouth first,”
“Yes, please!”
Carlos straddled my chest, put some pillows behind my head, grabbed onto the headboard, and placed his throbbing uncut cock between my lips. I held my head steady as his cock slid between them over and over again. My hands latched on to his hairy muscled ass as he rhythmically thrusted in and out if my throat. I could have stayed like this forever.
Our eyes locked as Carlos watched me sucking his dick.
“That looks so hot, Rich. I love the way you’re swallowing entire cock. So fucking sexy.”
I didn’t want to lose focus, I wanted it to continue. Carlos’s shaved plum sized balls bounced against my chin and my nose hit up to his trimmed bush. I inhaled on every downstroke, wanted his musky scent to encompass me, to fill all my pores.
“Fuck, I don’t wanna stop using your throat, but I don’t wanna cum yet.”
Carlos pulled out and laid next to me to give his cock a break. I wanted to hold it in my hand, just to feel its power.
“No, no, you’ll make me shoot. Just lay here with me.”
Carlos put my head on his chest and stroked my face. He slowly came down from the excitement after a few minutes.
“Ok, I think I’m good to keep going now.”
Carlos was once again munching out on my hole, only this time his finger probed inside it using only his saliva for lube.
I was once again panting, moaning, wanting his cock to penetrate me.
“Hold on, I’ll be right back”
He ran out like a bandit and was back in a second with a bottle of lube.
He pumped some into the palm of his hand and coated his boner with it, then pumped a little more and put some in my butt hole.
Carlos then placed one of my ankles in each of his big hands and spread my ass open. He brought his cock towards my hole, and it poked me a couple of times before finding the bulls-eye. I was so eager for him to stuff my hole with that cock, there was no resistance as it slid all the way in me down to the base.
“Oh, your ass feels so warm, so good around my cock, Rich.”
My eyes closed and I cried out, “ohhh yess! Fuck me! Please!”
I opened my eyes and watched Carlos watching me, looking for my reactions to his cock worming in and out of my hole, while nodding his head up and down, knowing he was making me feel good.
“Oh Carlos, your cock is so big, it feels so good! I love it!”
“No, maricon, your ass feels even better. Watching your face turns me on. Watching you taking my dick is so fucking awesome.”
Even the way he called me a faggot in Spanish wasn’t meant to be derogatory, it was more like a loving nickname.
I eventually grabbed on to my own ankles and replaced Carlos’s hands, spreading myself even wider so his dick could go in deeper.
Carlos’s fingers swiped some of my cock juice off the sides of the cage and he sucked it off. There was even more, this time placing his fingers in my mouth as I savored my ball juice.
“You taste so sweet, maricon.”
Carlos’s hand once again grabbed my caged cock and his fucking became a little more deliberate, a little faster, gradually harder.
“Where do you want me to cum my sexy maricon?”
“Cum inside me. I wanna feel you cum inside me, please!”, I begged.
“You want me to breed your cute ass, maricon?”
“Yes, yes!”
Carlos let go of my cage and leaned in for a kiss. I wrapped my arms and legs around his back and let him take me, claim me, breed me.
He breathed hard and groaned in my mouth as I felt his cock convulsing in my asshole, a familiar warm feeling of hot jizz filling me up inside.
Carlos kissed me again, a soft, sweet, post-coital embrace until his soft cock fell from my wet hole.
Carlos rolled over and didn’t stop me from orally cleaning him off. His cum tasted virile, strong, and delicious. My tongue swirled between his foreskin to get all that may have been trapped. A couple of good hand squeezes to drain his snake and I was gifted with more pearls to lick from the tip.
Then I kissed him again.
“Thank you, Carlos. That was amazing. Your husband is a lucky man.”
“You’re too kind. I should be thanking you.”
Carlos playfully handled my cage again and said, “this thing on your cock made me crazy. It’s so hot being with a locked maricon.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
“Hey, I hope you don’t get mad, but my shift starts in a couple of hours. I’m gonna need a nap after this, so you mind?”
“No, I actually have more errands to run anyway. Thank you again for an amazing time.”
Carlos put his briefs on and I dressed. I was worried about staining my light blue shorts with spilled seed.
I drove home, put away the fruit and sat on the toilet to expel what I had collected. It was only 11am, still time to run my errands.
Just when I was about to leave out the door again, my phone chirped.
“Hole!”
It was Jace.
“I’m hole”, my typical response.
“I’m horny”
“Be there in 10”
“Hurry up, hole!”
I ran over as fast as I could to Jace’s place. I realized not all the cum had drained. He would know, but I didn’t turn back.
When I got there, I heard the tv playing porn and I guessed he was sitting in his leather recliner stroking off.
I was right.
Fuck, Jace never stopped turning me on over the nine years we’ve known each other. I could look at him every minute or every day if that was possible. He made my cunt wet with desire and my mouth water…and he knew it.
I stripped down to my jock and knew what he wanted.
The recliner no longer inclined, I knelt between his thighs and swallowed his erection. My jaw ached slightly since it had already had a workout earlier that morning, but I wasn’t going to tell Jace that.
I don’t know what Jace was watching, but that bottom was sure moaning like a greedy little whore, begging the top to fuck him harder.
I wasn’t on my knees with a mouth full of dick too long.
“Let me get in that hole, hole!”
While Carlos was a gentle Latin lover, Jace was the complete opposite. He was a beast. I really was nothing but a set of holes to use for him. That was our thing, no emotions tied to our sex, ever.
I took position bent over the arm of the sofa. Unlike Carlos, Jace didn’t grab any lube. He was a spit kind of guy. He let some drip into the palm of his hand and spread it over his BBC.
Once he entered my fuck hole, his hand came down hard across my ass.
“You whore! Who’s been in this ass, hole?”
“Ummm, some guy I met at the store this morning.”
Jace spanked my ass thrice more, but he didn’t pull out.
I could feel jizz pouring down my taint, there was no denying I’d been laid.
“Fucking pig hole! You let him cum in your ass!”
“Yes!”
“Fucking swine! All you are is a fuck hole! That’s all you are!”, he screamed as his cock rammed inside of me.
“A good for nothing fuck hole! Piece of shit, worthless motherfucking hole!”
I learned that Jace actually gets off on degrading me. The more he does it, the harder his dick gets. And let’s be honest, Jace wasn’t wrong. I have completely owned being called a hole. It was my identity.
“You better not pass on any fucking diseases to me you slut hole! I’ll fucking kill you!”
Jace’s hand slammed my ass over and over as he impaled me. In the background I could hear the top on the TV grunting, shooting his nut, probably creaming up that bottom’s butt.
Jace briefly stopped fucking me, picked up the remote and found another scene, fast forwarding to the fucking.
Then he was back smacking my red ass again.
“I should take the cage off your dick, fuck hole! Maybe you’ll stop giving your ass up to anyone who looks in your direction! Fucking pig hole!”
“No, please no!”, I begged as my ass was being reamed by Jace’s big dick.
“I’m gonna fuckin blow my load up your filthy fuck hole!”
“Please!”
“Beg me for it you piece of shit! Tell me you want me to breed your whore hole!”
“Please, blow your load up my whore hole!”
“Again, hole!”
“PLEASE BLOW YOUR LOAD UP MY WHORE HOLE, PLEASE!”
“Tell me all you’re good for is collecting loads, cumbucket!”
“All I’m good for is collecting loads! I’m a cumbucket!”
“A filthy cumdump pig hole!”
“I’m a filthy cumdump pig hole!”
My ass was probably a deep shade of crimson by now. Jace was angry, that’s for sure.
“You’re not even a fuckin’ man, you’re a fuckin’ hole!”
SMACK!
“Say it, whore!”
“I’m not a man, I’m a hole!”
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
“No, a fuckin’ hole!”
“I’m a fuckin’ hole!”
“I’m gonna fill your ass now, slut hole!”
Jace’s fingernails dug deep into my flesh as his cock went off and pumped me full with his jism.
Once he finished, Jace slapped my ass again and shoved me off of him.
“Get the fuck away from me fucking pig hole! Get out of here! I can’t even look at you, you piece of shit! Letting strangers cum up your ass!”
Jace actually spit in my face as I tried to escape.
I didn’t bother to put my shirt or shoes back on until I was in the elevator.
I walked down the street with so many thoughts racing through my mind. I had experienced the true joy of having sec with someone who was so tender and just after someone who couldn’t be more rough and wanted me to feel subhuman, who made me feel and believe that I was subhuman.
A hole.
I decided that I needed therapy. I needed to talk to someone about these opposing forces.
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