Knowing I was soon to take a work trip that required me to travel by air, Jace wasn’t about to let that be an excuse to set my dick free from the cage over it.
Jace produced a special lock that KINK3D had built just for this reason. Now I could go through security without a problem…or so I thought.
Jace asked me if I still had the LOCKED FAGGOT t-shirt he got for last year and made sure I wore it to the airport along with his collar with the FAGGOT” charm he had also got for me last year. He said it was more explicit and obvious than the “I’m a hole” shirt he got me just a few weeks ago.
“I’m taking you to the airport, hole, so you don’t pull any bullshit on me.”
“Fine”, I said.
“Fine? You should be grateful I’m so willing to do this for you. Is that any way to show your gratitude, hole?”
“No, I’m sorry. Thank you, Jace.”
“I can’t tell you’re wearing a cage under those jeans, hole. Don’t you have something a little more revealing? What about those tight blue shorts? We’re not leaving here until you change out of those jeans, hole!”
“Fine”, I said.
“Hey, hey, hey! You come over right now you petulant bastard!”
Oh shit, I was in trouble.
I walked over towards Jace.
He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me within range for a couple of his infamous bitch slaps that I knew I had coming.
My cheek stung and burned. I was sure it was red, too.
“You better change your attitude, hole, or you’re taking a taxi to the airport. Those shorts better be on your sorry ass before I count to 60, hole!”
“Yes, ok.”
I ran to my bedroom and hurriedly pulled off my slip on shoes and jeans and stuffed myself into my tiny blue shorts that fit on me on the most obscene way. They were skimpy and tight and the outline of my cage was unmistakeable. Then I ran back to Jace.
“51, 52, 53…oh you just made it, hole! Now grab your bags and let’s get out of here.”
Jace lectured me on the entire trip.
“If any Alpha man even hints at wanting your service, you do it without question. You are nothing but a set of holes to me or to most men. You were born to be used. You are in no position to refuse any dick that is offered, holes aren’t picky. You are a pig. You are a hole. You are a cumpdump, a piss bucket, etc.”
“Yes, I know Jace.”
“I’m not sure you do? Repeat it back to me. What are you?”
“I’m a hole”
“A pig hole”
“A pig hole”
“And what else?”
“A cumdump and a piss bucket”
“And what are you going to do if any man asks for your holes?”
“I’m not going to refuse them”
“Why is that?”
“Because I’m a pig hole.”
“You don’t sound enthusiastic, hole. Say it again like you really mean it.”
“I’M A PIG HOLE!”
“Much better. Hey, we’re at a red light. Roll down your window and get that guy’s attention in the car next us. Tell him what you are with conviction.”
I rolled the window down and signaled to the driver next to me who couldn’t look more straight. He rolled down his window.
“Hey buddy? What’s up?”, he asked.
“I’M A PIG HOLE!”, I yelled out to satisfy Jace’s demand.
The driver laughed at me in disbelief and rolled up his window, clearly uncomfortable.
Jace laughed.
“Good job, hole! Very good!”
We weren’t far from the terminal and Jace dropped me off in an area that would require me to walk a ways on purpose.
“It’ll be good for you to get some exercise, pig hole!”
When you’re wearing a hat that says “FAGGOT” on it, a shirt that says “LOCKED FAGGOT”, and a gold charm that reads FAGGOT”, it’s not going to go unnoticed.
Quite honestly, I was surprised I wasn’t asked to change given the number of children in the area.
I heard some older ladies talking as I walked by them.
“People these days have no decorum! That shouldn’t be allowed! I don’t need to see that!”
Some teenage boys laughed and pointed.
“Look at that faggot over there! That crazy! I bet he sucks lots of dicks, guys!”
My face was red as crimson from the ridicule, but somewhere deep in the recesses of my psyche, I craved it. Feeling shamed in public makes me feel alive. Like I’m being noticed and recognized as my authentic self.
Well, I’d finally made it up to the security checkpoint. There was a little bit of a line that moved slowly. More than enough time for everyone around me to notice me, laugh at me, make comments about me. There was another gay just behind me. He was wearing some shirt that had rainbow colors and his nails were polished pink.
“Hey, you know, you’re the reason why these MAGA’s hate us. What the fuck is this?”, he asked pointing to my ensemble.
“My keyholder made me”, was all I could think of.
“Get a life man. Have some dignity!”, he shouted in anger.
I thought yo myself that I lost my dignity years ago. Along with my self-respect and self-worth. I was living my truth, fuck him!
It was my turn to show my ID to the TSA agent.
“Can you remove the cap please? I don’t want to get it in your photo, faggot.”
“Sure”
I removed the cap and now on to the security line to have my bags checked on the belt.
Of course, when I went through the scanner, the picture showed a yellow square right over my crotch detecting an object of some sort.
“Step aside, please.”
A male officer, good looking man, asked me if I had anything in my pockets.
“No Sir”, I said respectfully.
“What is in your shorts guy?”
“Ummm…a it’s a chastity cage, Sir”
“I’m gonna need a male escort over here”, he screamed.
Another guy took me to a private room on an office.
“I’m gonna need to inspect what’s under your shorts.”
He put on some blue latex gloves.
“Any allergies to latex?”
“No Sir”
I was so embarrassed by all of this. Jace would be thrilled when I tell him.
“Can you pull down your shorts for me?”
I pulled down my shorts and exposed my cage.
The officer placed his gloved hand on my cage, jiggling it, moving it from side to side and up and down, brushing some sort of small square over and around it, he even lifted my balls.
“You’re good. Your bags are just outside. You can proceed to the gate. You might want to take that thing off on the return trip or we’re gonna have to this again, ok faggot?”
“Thanks, I’m afraid that’s not possible. I don’t have the keys.”
I found my bags and it was the longest walk ever to the gate. I passed by hundreds of people that gave hundreds of opportunities for ridicule. I absorbed all of it like a sponge, not letting it change my disposition.
I found a seat at the gate and figured I was safe…for now.
Jace sent me a text.
“How’s it going hole?”
“Security had to inspect my cage”
“That’s great, did you like it?”
“Yes”
“You are so depraved. You still wearing your hat and shirt?”
“Yes”
“I don’t believe you. Take a pic for me.”
I took a selfie and sent it over.
“Good pig hole. Have a good flight”
“Thank you”
I tried to mind my business and read a book while I waited at the gate.
A man in his mid-40’s sat across from me wearing a Buffalo Bills polo shirt and jeans. He seemed fit. Nice thick salt and pepper hair, clean shaven, some chest hair could be seen through his open buttons, chiseled jaw, blue eyes.
After I’d scanned him, I started reading my book again. He had a gold band on his left hand, obviously straight.
As I flipped the page I heard him clearing his throat, which caused me to look over at him.
His hand was resting right over his crotch and I thought I saw him give a gentle squeeze.
When our eyes met, he smiled.
“Nice hat”, he said.
“Oh thanks, Sir.”
“And a shirt to go along with it, pretty bold if you ask me.”
“I guess”, I wasn’t really in the mood to chat after the ordeal at the security check point.
“Is it true?”
“What?”
“Your shirt. Are you locked faggot?”
“Yes”
“Right now?”
“Yes”
“Can I see?”
“Here?”
“Well, move your book.”
I remembered what Jace said about not refusing men who take an interest, so I put my book down and stood, I turned slightly and gave the handsome man a clear view of the outline of my cage.
“Nice, very nice.”
“Thanks.”
“So…you ever…a…hook up with married men?”
“Yes, I have.”
“I thought so.” You ever get laid at the airport faggot?”
“Yes, a few times”
“I’m not surprised. Our flight doesn’t leave for another hour, want to find some place?”
“Sure, my keyholder pretty much told me that any man that hits on me I cannot refuse.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes”
“Follow me. I think I know of a place where we can go. There’s a men’s room over by some gates that are no longer in use.”
I pulled my roller bag and placed my laptop bag over my shoulder and followed a few paces behind this married man.
We walked for several minutes to an area that almost looked deserted.
He walked into the men’s room and I followed him into the handicap stall. We locked the door behind us. I was grateful it was an old stall with walls that went from floor to almost ceiling. Nobody could see our feet or over the stall.
I set my laptop bag down as did the other man and then he eyed me up and down.
“So what are you into?”, he asked.
“Anything, whatever you want, Sir”
“An obedient faggot. You know, I never told anyone this before but my twenty year old son has a friend that sucks me off anytime I ask. He’s an obedient faggot like you. I plan to fuck him soon, that’s the next step, isn’t it? You faggots like taking dick up the ass?”
“Yes”
“I think I don’t wanna wait for his ass when yours is right here for the taking. We don’t have much time, pull down your shorts. I wanna see that cage anyway.”
I pulled down my shorts and showed off my small cage for my small little wiener.
“Oh my god! No wonder why you wear that thing. Look how tiny your dick is! Just like my son’s friend. Maybe all faggots have tiny dicks, who knows? Bend over, let me see that hole”
I bent over and grabbed onto my ankles.
A felt a rough hand rubbing over my globes.
Then I heard him spit a few times and a finger probed my rectum.
Less than a minute later, I felt a fairly thick over seven inch cock bottom out in my hole…raw.
“Nice hole, faggot! I bet you get fucked all the time. My dick just slid right up in you like it was nothing!”
The man placed his hands on my shoulders and started pumping his dick inside me.
“I’m telling you faggot, fucking an ass is ten times better than pussy. My wife’s cunt is so loose after birthing four children and she’s so holier than thou she’d never let me stick her in the ass. That’s what you faggots are for!”
His right hand moved from my shoulder to my waist and his fucking became more intense. I did my best to stifle my groaning, biting on my forearm to muffle myself.
“You like my dick in your ass faggot?”
I thought to myself, “why does every top ask me that?”
“Yes Sir”, I gave him what he needed to move this along.
“Of course you do!”
The married man stopped yapping and started grunting, thrusting more eagerly inside my opened hole.
“I wish we had more time. I could fuck this ass for hours, but I gotta blow my nut now so we don’t miss our flight.”
“Grrrr grrrr grrrrr”, he growled as he busted his nut in me.
He slowly pulled out and surprisingly none dripped out.
He tucked his dick back in his pants and left me there to fix myself.
Once I made it back to the gate, they were starting to board us. The married man definitely saw me, but made no effort to acknowledge me in any way. I’d served my purpose.
I made my way onto the plane and found my seat with an assault of married cum in my butt. Many passengers couldn’t ignore my attire. Why would they? I had a little bit of a distraction, a female passenger was wearing a shirt that said “Sorry 4 having GR8 tits and correct opinions”, so I felt in good company.
The flight was only going to be an hour so it was a small plane, 2 seats in each row. Mine was a window seat in the middle of the plane. For once, I blended a bit.
Well, I thought I did.
My seat mate was a business suit wearing man, 30’s, beard, ball cap with company logo, wedding band. Thick gold cross around his neck.
When he looked at me he didn’t seem too pleased.
“Just my luck. I have to sit next to a fucking homo!”
I just looked down trying not to piss him off.
Once he was seated and seat belt secured I heard him say again under his breath.
“Fucking faggot better not touch me or I’ll beat the shit out of him.”
Like I wouldn’t hear it and like he was talking to someone else.
I shifted in my seat closer to the window I didn’t want to take any chances of touching him, even accidentally.
We finally took off without any further incident and then he pressed the button for flight attendant assistance.
“How can I help you?”, the clearly gay crew member asked.
“Goddamn it! Is there someone else I can talk to? Is there a female?”
“I’m happy to help you, Sir? What is it?”
“Ok fine! Is there another seat available? I don’t wanna sit next to this faggot. He might try something and I’m not interested!”
“This is a full flight, Sir. It looks like your seat mate is reading his book. I’m sure it will be just fine. It’s not a long flight, Sir!”
“Figures, you faggots always stick together!”
“Sir, there’s no need to disrespect me like that. I’ve been nothing but nice to you.” The man backed off but he huffed and puffed all the way to our destination, clearly bothered by my very existence.
When we deplaned he finally exploded once we were off the plane.
“Fucking faggots! They should all be extinguished from the planet! An abomination! You’re all going to rot in hell! Bunch of fucking pansies!”
I ignored him.
When my phone was back in service a message from Jace was already there.
“How was your flight, hole?”
“I was fucked in the men’s room by a married man before we left and I sat next to a maniac homophobe!”
“Good pig hole. Have a good trip. Remember what you are. Don’t forget to wear your hat and your shirt tonight at dinner, pig hole!”
“Ok”
“I want proof pig hole!”
I know that if I don’t follow through I don’t earn the Jace’s dick. He no longer threatens me with that because he knows that I know it.
My Uber driver didn’t seem phased by my attire when he picked me up to ride to the hotel, but the front desk staff certainly was.
The young man behind the desk was maybe 24, Indian, short, thin, a thickish dark beard noticed my hat and shirt right away.
“Can I check you in?”, he smiled. I was so surprised by his high pitched voice. It did not match his appearance at all. It was almost soprano and soft. I don’t kean this in any way of disrespect, but he sounded like a 9 year old girl!
“Yes, I’m checking in”
“ID please?”
I handed over my license and company card.
“Hmmm. Your name doesn’t match your hat or your shirt, well, or your charm either?”
“Haha, no, faggot is not my legal name, obviously.”
As he was checking me in he continued.
“You know, I’m wearing one, too, a Cararra belt, you?”
“COBRA, and I thought I was hard core!”
“My Master doesn’t play. I’ve checked you into room 734, top floor. Looks like you’re with us for two nights.”
“Yes”
“Here on business?”
“Yes”
“Nice. Well, enjoy your stay, if you need anything at all, please let me know. I’m Raj.”
“Ok Raj, thanks.”
“Hey, if you have no plans tonight, I’m sure my Master wouldn’t mind meeting you.”
“What? Seriously? Do you do this a lot with hotel guests?”
“Well, no, but most hotel guests don’t come through here advertising like you are. It’s ok if you don’t want to.”
“Now I have to. My keyholder would be mad at me if I turned down an opportunity to serve.”
“I’ll ring your room when I get off at 7, ok? I’m going to text my Master right now.
“Ok”
I probably should have asked lore questions about his Master but I wanted to just go to my room.
I unpacked and took a shower. I’d brought with me a plastic douche and a small toy that somehow made it through security so if an opportunity came up, I could be ready.
I started to wonder what Raj’s Master might be like as I cleaned out.
I think I dosed off for a few minutes after douching and woke up when the phone rang.
“Hello”, I said in a groggy haze.
“Did I wake you?”, the girlie voice asked.
“Yeah”
“You still want to meet my Master?”
“Yeah, give me a minute I’ll be right down.”
I brushed my teeth and swirled some mouthwash, took my room key and wallet and put the door I went, of course wearing the shirt and hat that got me into this in the first place.
Rai was just outside in his uniform, without the name tag.
“Hey”, I said.
“Do you mind to ride the subway with me?”
“Ok”
“Don’t worry, this city is very liberal, you will be safe here.”
“Ok”
I followed Raj and after a couple of minutes of silence I finally asked him.
“Can you tell me about your Master?”
“Well, he’s a family friend, an uncle.”
“Uncle?”
“Not a blood uncle, my father’s friend since they were in med school. We call our male adults Uncles and females Aunties. He has known I was gay since I was a teenager. I live with him now.”
“Oh. What will he do with me?”
“Anything he wants. He is a powerful rich man in this city. He is quite good looking, too. Don’t worry, he will like you. He likes white boys very much.”
“Don’t have a picture?”
He pulled up a photo of a man in a lab coat, he was a doctor of proctology at the largest hospital in the city. A salt and pepper beard, handsome, confident face, dark hair combed meticulously.
“He is good looking”, I said.
“I told you.”
“Just do as he says and everything will be fine.”
“What happens if I don’t?”
“I’d rather not tell you, and you’d rather not find out. He can be very sadistic, trust me.”
We rode the subway several stops holding the strap hangers above us so we wouldn’t fall. Raj was right, there were no issues with my attire at all. No name calling or anything.
We took the escalator up to street level and were in one of the more affluent areas of the city.
We walked just a few blocks to a high rise apartment building.
There was a doorman there behind the desk.
“Nice to see you Raj.”
“Thanks, Robert. Great to see you, too. Is Master home?”
“Yes, he just came in a few minutes ago.”
“Thank you. Have a good night.”
I followed Raj to the elevator and he hit the “P” for penthouse floor.
“I should have told you, Master owns the hotel where you are staying and where I work. This way he knows where I am and what I’m doing. I don’t work for the money only to keep me occupied.”
When the elevator opened we were in the vestibule of the penthouse.
There were some hooks by the door and a laundry basket.
Raj started stripping.
“No clothes allowed when Master is in the house. Take off all of your clothes now”
I hurriedly stripped down to my jockstrap and placed my things in the hooks.
“No, take that off, too!”, Raj said. Hurry, and get on your knees like me, just do what I do.”
Raj was hairless from the neck down. That gold Carrara belt shined in the dim light.
Raj kneeled and bent over, his palms on the marble floor. I struck the same pose.
I heard footsteps coming our way.
“Welcome home, slave. Who do we have here?”
Without lifting his head Raj spoke.
“Thank you, Master. This is Richard, a guest at your hotel.”
“A white gloved hand raised my face upward by the chin.
“Let’s have a good look at you”
“Oh you’ll do just fine. Good job slave.”
He lowered my head back into position.
“Thank you, Master”
“When I received word my slave had someone he wanted to bring to me I immediately checked the video footage. So you call yourself a faggot, is that right?”
“Yes Sir”
“A respectful faggot, I do like that. Your shirt indicated you are indeed locked like my slave. Is that right?”
“Yes Sir”
“Let’s see it. You may rise, in your knees, hands behind your head.”
I did as told.
“Push your pelvis out, let me get a good look.”
I pushed my hips forward.
“I can barely see your cage, faggot, your dick is just as small as my slave’s. Who put this on you?”
“My keyholder, Jace, Sir!”
I was sweating for nervousness my voice a little shaky.
“There’s no need to be nervous. I’m not going to hurt you. Well, that is only if you are a good faggot and follow my orders. How long have you been wearing it?”
“Since November, Sir!”
“It’s a shame your keyholder hasn’t invested in the Carrara belt. Much more expensive but much more effective. Do you think I want to see my slave’s cock in my eyesight? No, I don’t. Now I don’t have to. Very well then, you are only here for a couple of days so I can deal with this another way.”
“Sir?”
“Is that your yellow jockstrap hanging from my hook over there?”
“Yes Sir”
“You have five seconds to run over there, put it on, and get back in position. One…”
I sprinted as fast as I could.
“Two”
I unhooked the jock.
“Three”
I put it on quickly.
“Four”
I ran back and kneeled like Raj.
“Five”
“That’s excellent faggot. I’m going to call you faggot tonight. Is that what your Keyholder calls you?”
“No Sir”
“What does he call you?”
“Pig hole”
He chuckled.
“That’s amusing. I like it. Pig hole it is.”
“Slave, you get two stars for bringing this pig hole home with me tonight.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“You may kiss my feet, slave”
Raj crawled to his Master and kissed his feet, then returned to his position.
“I suppose it would n’t be an erroneous assumption that you have experience serving men like me, am I right pig hole?”
“Yes Sir”
“That’s good, I do t have to break you in. Another good star for you, slave. You got me an experienced one here. Why don’t you move along, slave, and ready the fuck bench for our guest here.”
“Yes Master”
Raj took off and disappeared.
“Now it’s just you and me.”
“Pig hole, crawl to me”
I did.
I heard a belt being undone and a zipper come down. The white gloved hand grabbed me by the chin and guided me to the huge tent in his boxers.
“Go on pig hole. Put your face in there and get a good idea of what’s going to be penetrating your asshole in a few minutes.”
I sniffed and my nostrils filled with heavy musky and sweaty fumes. My lips felt the imprint of a big hard dick under the silk fabric of his boxers. I was growing more intoxicated by the second.
I tried to use my hand to take his cock out. I was immediately admonished.
“No! Did I tell you to touch my penis yet, pig hole?”
“No Sir”
It didn’t take much for Master to lose his cool.
He pulled me up from the floor by my arm and brought me to a chair that looked like a throne in the large vestibule. I was thrown over his lap.
“SLAVE!”
“SLAVE”
Raj appeared out of breath.
“Yes Master!”
“Bring me my leather strap, slave! Hurry up!”
My cage rested between Master’s dress slacks and I was once again breaking out in a sweat.
“Pick a number between 1 and 10, pig hole!”
“Seven, Sir!”
“I picked eight”, he said.
“What is seven times eight pig hole?”
“Fifty six, Sir!”
“Correct. That means I’m going to take the strap to your ass fifty six times. I thought you were an experienced pig hole! That was a big mistake and now you must pay!”
Raj returned with the strap and handed it to his Master.
“I’m taking back your gold stars, slave. You said you were bringing home an experienced faggot, you lied. Since you had the good stars in your account, I won’t punish you with the strap. Now get on your knees and help me count them out, slave!”
Raj’s Master, who is just met, had me bent over his lap like he owned it. I suppose maybe that was somewhat true given the vast difference between me and HIM.
When the first swat came down on my ass and I heard Raj scream out.
“One!”, something in my brain snapped and I was disassociated from the present. I pictured myself in Sir William’s Barn.
In fact, by the time I came back to the present, and I heard “32!”, I had raised my hips upward. The endorphins were flowing through my veins.
“Ohhh yes, fuck hole! Give your ass over to me! Take your beating!”
I groaned in exquisite ecstasy in concert with Raj’s counting.
“47!”
I was jotting a crescendo now, I could sense my caged cock was leaking like an old faucet.
“48!”
“Oh yes”, I cried!
Master was truly getting off on administering this punishment. His binge grew even harder underneath me.
“56!”
Ohh! Thank you, Master! Thank you!”
“Slave! Get the lotion! This ass is raw!”
“Yes Master!”
Master had his slave apply the lotion to my butt since he was still gloved.
“You may rise now, pig hole. You handled your punishment very well.”
“Slave, have you prepared the fuck bench?”
“Yes Master.”
“Prepare it for my cock, slave.”
“Yes Master!”
Raj guided me to a side room that had a sling and a fuck bench and two shelves of toys.
Once we were alone Raj said, “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. What happened?”
“I tried to touch his cock without asking. I was tempted and didn’t think.”
“Master is very strict, but I understand the temptation. You will like his cock. It is big. Come, let me secure you in the bench and get you ready.”
“Get me ready?”
“Yes, I need to open you up. You’ll thank me later.”
I let Raj secure me to the fuck bench and then I felt some cold lube and a large dildo impaling my butt hole. It was thick as a beer can and probably at least 10 inches in length. Raj started to push the dildo in and out of my ass for several minutes. It was a stretch, but eventually I opened up and I handled it well.
Suddenly, he stopped.
“Ok, I’m going to let Master know you are ready. I hope you like it.”
I was facing the back wall, my neck, wrists and ankles all secured tightly. I wasn’t going anywhere. My cage was pressed between my abs and the bench and it was a little uncomfortable since I couldn’t move at all.
I stared at the wall waiting for what was to come.
Minutes later, Master joined me in the room and a warm hand caressed my freshly beaten hole.
“You have a beautiful ass pig hole. Your keyholder is very lucky.”
I didn’t say anything. I was swatted bare handed on the behind.
“Where are your manners? I just gave you a compliment!”
“Thank you, Sir!, I blurted.
“That’s much better. Now let’s see if my slave prepared you well.”
Two thick fingers slipped inside me several inches.
“So far so good, pig hole.”
A third finger was added.
“Yes, yes, you are ready for my cock now.”
Seconds later, Master’s tool was balls deep up my ass. I let out a loud groan from the unexpected intrusion. It was as thick or thicker than that dildo and just as long.
“Your keyholder is right. This is one heck of a pig hole. My cock went in on the first try.”
It was a good thing the fuck bench was secured to the wood floor because I would have been sliding all over the room. The power of which I was hammered was impressive and constant.
“I’ll give you something to remember, pig hole!”
Master was relentlessly bottoming out with every stroke.
“I’m gonna breed you now pig hole!”
Master grunted and his guttural cries filled the room.
I felt it the second he’d started ejaculating. His cock plumped and hardened, his body tensed behind me and when he got there, I’d never felt anyone’s cock twitch inside so intensely before. My insides were warmed with every convulsion. I’d be going home with a gallon of jizz in my ass!
When Master finished he called for his slave.
“Slave!”
“Yes Master!”
“Clean me off!”
Master pulled out and this time a river gushed from my gaped hole…unlike the fuck at the airport just hours ago.
I heard Raj slurping away on his Master’s cock, but I could see nothing because I was still facing the wall.
“Slave, see to it that this pig hole gets a ride back to the hotel.”
And just like that, he was gone.
Raj set my limbs free and helped me dismount. Then he escorted me to a guest bathroom so I could freshen up.
Raj said he’d called the driver and after I dressed he pressed the button for the elevator and I was on my way back to the hotel.
Almost there, Jace sent me a text.
“No pic? I’m waiting pig hole!
“Jace, I just left a Master’s penthouse and was fucked and loaded.”
“Excellent. How did that happen pig hole?”
“The front desk boy is his slave.”
“That’s perfect. I have other plans for you tomorrow night pig hole!”
“What?”
“You’ll thank me for it later. I placed an ad on bestcumdumps.com for you pig hole. More dick for you to serve!”
“Thank you, Jace!”
“Good night pig hole!”
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