The very next morning after earning $500 from the married couple and Jace breeding my hole before bed, I was at work at my desk, minding my own business.
I jumped when my phone pinged around 10am.
It was from the guy that Jace sent the video of me declaring myself a faggot and Jace my superior.
“Sup”, it said, Jace not included on the text
“Hey”, I said.
“Whatcha doin”
“Working”
“Damn”
It was almost lunch time when Jace called me.
“This is hole”, I answered.
”No, youre a pig hole. Say it.”
”I’m a pig hole.”
“You goin’ to lunch now?”
“Yeah”
Jace sent me an address by text and then said “ your lunch is waiting pig hole.”, and hung up on me.
I put the address in google maps and saw it was a short walk from my office,
As I was walking over, the unknown number sent me a text.
“Door open”
Jace hadn’t pimped me out in a while. I was excited to see what might happen and I felt a stirring in my balls.
When I walked up the stairs to the city row home, the door to a foyer was open. I stepped inside, and then walked towards the main door to the inside of the house. There was a galley kitchen and beyond that was the living room.
A Black man with a replica body of FullMetalTwunk was sitting on a chair wearing a similar black hood over his head. His big dick was in his left hand, a cigarette in the other hand.
“What you waiting’ for bitch? Jace said you’re the best cocksucker, get to it!”
He put the cigarette to his lips, took a drag, blew it out and set it down into the ashtray.
Then he raised both hands behind the back of his chair and spread his legs.
He was a huge, hairy, muscle man. A little more cut than Jace. I wondered how they knew each other but I wasn’t one to ask questions.
“Hey, aren’t you on your lunch break? Eat my dick, white boy!”
I remembered Jace said his friend got off on submissive white boys, and I wasn’t acting to play the part.
“Yessir”, I said nervously, not bothering to remove my dress shirt or anything, I dropped down to my knees on the shaggy carpet and took his heft into my hand.
It was immediately slapped away and I was being cock whipped, he grabbed hold of his own boner and slapped my cheeks and rubbed it all over my face. I felt a trail of his precum over my cheek.
“Mouth only, no teeth, like you do for Jace white boy.”
I opened wide and took this big Black cock into my mouth, stopping half way down his more than eight thick inches to exhale, and then to finish taking the plunge.
“Fuck yeah! Take my dick white boy!”
I began to bob my head up and down on this stranger’s cock knowing I’d better do a premium job because Jace would know. I looked upward while swallowing dick and saw dark eyes glaring down at me. The Black Adonis grabbed my wrists and planted my hands on his pecs. They were covered in dark tight curls, fully developed flanks.
A hand pushed my head all the way down his shaft and drool was spilling down my chin and onto his balls.
“Jace wasn’t kidding. You are a good cocksucker, white boy!”
Then I felt his foot press against my dress pants, finding my cage.
His hand pressed against my forehead and I was pushed off his dick.
“Let me see it, fag boy!”
I undid my belt, unzipped, pushed my pants down my thighs and pulled my jock pouch to the left, revealing my black Cobra cage to him.
His big toe found the top of the cage and pressed down, then the bottom, my shaft was being bounced around like a play toy with his toes. Then all five toes pressed down on my nuts, more and more pressure applied until I screamed.
“Ohhh fuck! Please Sir!”
“Hahaha, white boy! Not yet!”
The man stood up from the chair and gave me a couple of swift kicks to the balls. I had to try very hard not to put my hands over my bits to stop him.
My head immediately went into the familiar subspace, a trance that disconnected myself from my body. I no longer felt any pain, but euphoria knowing this man, Jace’s friend, was getting off on abusing my nuts.
When it stopped, he pinched my nose closed with two fingers and when my mouth opened, his big dick was shoved right down my throat.
More drool and slime flew from all sides of my mouth as my throat was now like a personal pocket pussy. Both hands on the back of my head pressing down firmly as I took that dick like a pro. I planted my hands on that ass and started to groan, my eyes fluttering into the back of my head.
“Gonna cum in yo mouth white boy! Oh fuck! Yeah! Eat my fuckin’ nut fag boy just like Jace said you would!”
A bucket of cum was released from those bull balls into my hungry mouth. It was heavy. It was strong. It was a lot. I’d definitely have cum breath all day.
When he released my head from his grip, I pulled off to catch my breath. I rolled up my sleeve to wipe my chin and my cheeks on my hairless forearm, which was now feeling sticky.
I stuffed my cock back into the pouch and pulled my pants up.
“Thank you, Sir”, I said as I let myself out.
A few minutes later as I walked back to my office, Jace texted me.
“Cumdump, enjoy your lunch?”
“Yes”
“You’re welcome pig hole.”
“Thank you”
“I’m too nice to you pig hole.”
“Thank you”, I said again.
“Faggot”
And that was the end of that exchange.
I walked back into the office and my office mate, Dave, a straight married man in his 40’s, asked what I had for lunch.
“I had a sandwich”, I lied.
“Was there mayo on it or something, you need to wash your face, Richard.”
I went to the bathroom and he was right, I had plenty of wet cum and streaks of throat slime still gelling on my chin and right cheek. I cleaned up and went back to my desk.
Maybe 30 minutes later, Dave said, “you didn’t have a sandwich for lunch, did you?”
“No”
Then he pulled his chair from the wall divider and looked over at me.
“You think I don’t know what that was on your face?”, he whispered in a low tone.
“You know, I wasn’t born yesterday, and you do go around wearing a collar on your neck and don’t think I haven’t noticed the “faggot” charm either.
I was stunned. Dave and I have worked side by side for a couple of years and never once has he even indicated he noticed anything before.
“Yeah, I guess I’m busted, right.”
“So where did you go?”
“Some guy’s house”
“Did you know him?”
“Not really, no.”
“I don’t want to get into your personal business Richard, but you better be more careful. What if I hadn’t warned you? What would you have done if the boss saw you with some stranger’s cum all over your face?”
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t know either. Next time you’re on your own.”
Dave rolled his chair back to his desk and didn’t say another word about it.
What he didn’t know is that my dick was straining in my cage, leaking at the humiliating circumstance of him catching me. I was extremely turned on and quite honestly this made me want more dick.
I wasn’t that stupid to try and get with Dave as I wasn’t willing to risk my job, but I did wonder if Dave’s wife gave him good head.
I was useless now, and there was no way I could stare at spreadsheets and numbers. I pulled out my phone and texted Jace.
“Busy?”
“Is this pig hole?”
“Sorry, yes, I’m pig hole”, forgetting my usual and expected name.
“Pig hole, what do you want?”
“More dick”
“All you’re good for. I’m not home pig hole.”
“Ok”
“I’m away for work, hit you up when I’m back pig hole”
Shit! My primary source for dick was out of town and my aching for cock was overwhelming.
I could go to the bookstore, or go cruising in the park, or go online. But then I remembered Dash, the hot bodybuilder I’d met in the gym, or Andre the Latin man I met when grocery shopping a few weeks ago.
Jace ordered me not to hook up with Dash again, but he was away and I was desperate.
I sent him a text.
“Hey”
“Hey faggot, what you up to?”
“You home?”
“Yeah, I’ll be home after work.”
“Cool, see you later”
I then polished off my work tasks for the day and knocked off a little early to run home and douche.
Dash was like forbidden fruit. He was dangerous for me because he disregarded my servitude to Jace and deliberately made me jizz twice hands-free. I wasn’t going to let him do that again, I told myself.
I found a decent sized toy to use on myself to make sure all was clear in my passageway, and to open up a bit for that big fuck stick.
I pulled out a bottle of poppers from my freezer after I’d pulled on a clean jock, sweats and a t-shirt and put it in my pocket. I took the short drive over to Dash’s place, not too far from the gym where we’d met.
Dash was still in his work clothes when I arrived. A crisp white dress shirt that was tight on his body, a ribbed white wifebeater visible under the fabric and tight grey slacks. It looked like he’d rip his seams, which was likely the point.
“Hey, come on on. I just got home a few minutes ago. Get yourself a beer while I go change.”
I pulled out a beer and sat on one of the stools by the counter and waited for Dash to return.
He was wearing only the wifebeater now and a skimpy pair of blue gym shorts, likely no underwear because the outline of his cock was clearly visible to me. Dash was barefoot, too. He grabbed a beer himself and leaned on the counter.
“Didn’t think I’d see you again? What’s it been? about a month?”
“Yeah, sorry. Ummm, how do I say this? My keyholder didn’t want me to see you anymore.”
“Oh really? Why not?”
“Because you made me cum twice and he said you stole my orgasm from him.”
“So why are you here?”
“I don’t know. He’s out of town I guess.”
“And you wanted my dick?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“You guess or you know?”
“I know”
“So let me get this straight. Your keyholder is out of town, he forbade you from seeing me, and I’m the first dick you crave?”
“Yes”
“Is that caged dick making you lose your mind, faggot?”
“Maybe, I guess.”
“Stop being so wishy-washy with me you dumb faggot! Tell me why you’re here!”
“I need dick and I want yours!”, I said it out loud and with clarity.
“Was that so hard, faggot?”
“No”
“I gotta tell you, I’m turned on knowing you’re here in my kitchen craving my big dick knowing your keyholder would be pissed off at you for being here. That you’re willing to disobey him for my fat cock, it’s really turning me on.”
I didn’t know what to say so I took a few more sips of beer, as did Dash, leering at me sitting at the counter.
“You know what? Let me see that locked dick of yours. Take it out, take off your sweats faggot!”
I got up from the stool and pulled my sweats off. A black Papi jockstrap covering my cage.
“Take that off, too faggot!”
I pulled it down and threw the jock over by my sweatpants.
Dash took three steps and placed my locked dick into his large hand and pulled on it.
“How long you been in this thing now?”
“11 months”
“Fuck! I don’t know how you do it. But then again, look at it. It’s really small, isn’t it, faggot? I can fit the entire cage in my left hand and there’s plenty of room still. I’d be embarrassed to walk around with such a small wiener.”
Dash pulled his shorts off and placed his massive cock on top of my little cage.
“You see the difference between us? Look at my big hard dick, free to fuck or do whatever the fuck I want, and your little locked nub, can’t even touch yourself if you wanted to.”
“Yes”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I see the difference between your big cock and my caged nub.”
Dash gripped his hardening shaft and asked me,
“This is what you want, faggot?”
“Yes please”
“You came here just for this?”
“Yes!”
My mouth was salivating for it now.
Dash pulled away from me as if I smelled like bad fish.
“Faggot, did you suck dick today or something? Do I smell cum on your breath?”
“Yes”
“Even with the beer I could smell it on you. Whose cock did you suck?”
“I don’t know, a friend of Jace’s”
“He pimps you out?”
“Sometimes, I guess.”
Dash took my chin in his hand and barked it me.
“What did I tell you!, faggot!”
Then he let go.
“I mean, yes, he does.”, this time not adding “I guess”.
“Wow, you really are a true faggot, aren’t you!”
“Yes”
“So after you sucked off this guy you came here begging me for more? Is that right, faggot?”
“Yes”
“Yes what? Tell me.”
“I wanted more dick so I texted you!”
“Why did you want my dick, faggot?”
“It’s big and you’re hot and…I liked giving up my holes to you.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere. Finish that beer and get yourself another.”
Alcohol is a truth serum for me. I can’t lie when I drink, I think Dash was catching on to that.
“Even when your keyholder said not to see me. I must lay my pipe good then, huh faggot? I make your pussy feel good?”
“Yes, I still think about the last time you fucked me a lot.”
“Do you play with your toys thinking about my big dick in your ass, faggot?”
“Many times, yes.”
“Did you cum when you do it?”
“Sometimes I have, yes.”
“Damn faggot, you’re making me wanna bend you over the counter right now and breed your fucking pussy, but I wanna get in your throat first. Drink up, faggot.”
I finished the second Michelob and when the can hit the countertop, Dash pushed me down to my knees. I think my favorite thing in the world is being on my knees, face to face with big cock. There’s nothing in life that makes me happier, and I was doing it for a second time that day.
And just like the first time, my balls weren’t going to be spared.
Dash’s bare foot found my balls and pressed them.
“Not so fast, faggot. You think I’m just gonna let you suck my dick without even earning it. No fucking way. Stand the fuck up!”
Dash’s fingers squeezed on my left nut, his thumb pressing down hard. Then he pulled his hand back, balled it into a fist and punched my nutsack. I doubled over from the blow.
“Move your hands faggot! You want this dick, you gotta earn it. Show me what you’re willing to do to get your lips on my dick, faggot!”
Dash was so smug. He knew I’d do anything, even defy Jace!
Two more punches to my nuts almost made me cum. While there is a fine line between pain and pleasure, my balls were so full and my need to release was overwhelming.
I pushed my groin forward encouraging Dash to do it again.
“Oh you like me punching your little balls, is that right faggot?”
“Yes please!”
He gave them another couple of punches.
“Follow me, faggot!”
We went to his living room.
“On the floor, on your back, spread your legs!”
Dash stood between my open thighs and pressed most of his foot down in my balls, applying his body weight to really crush them, then he used his toes to kick them until I was blabbering like some idiot.
“Get up, faggot!”
Dash pulled off the wifebeater and raised his arms so his hands were behind his head. His pits were trimmed with fine blonde hairs.
“Get your tongue in there, faggot!”
I obliged very willingly. My hands landed around his bulging bicep as my outstretched tongue swiped under his right armpit. It helped I was a bit shorter than Dash so I could raise my head and be at the perfect height to smell him, to lick him thoroughly and take in his masculinity, that aroma that made my pussy twitch. I was moaning with delight as Dash pushed my head into his pit, one and then the other. My face was wet and slimy as were his armpits.
Dash grabbed me by the back of the neck and pushed me down to his engorged cock.
“Suck me, faggot. Get my cock nice and wet.”
I was doing my best to take all of his inches down my throat but I just couldn’t get my throat to open up that little bit more. Even with Dash forcing my head with his might, it wasn’t happening. I felt like he was shredding my throat.
“Goddamn it, faggot! I know you could swallow my dick! What’s going on?”
“Can I get my poppers?”, I asked.
“Hurry up!”
I went to the pocket of my sweatpants and pulled out the bottle of Pig I’d just opened the day before.
I went back to my knees and took a big hit. As it filled my head and made me hungrier and eager, his thick cockhead popped past my throat opening and slid down to the base.
“Oh yeah, that’s it, faggot! I knew you could do it!”
I took another couple of hits while his cock rested in my esophagus and once they hit me hard I was on fire, rapidly working my entire throat over that huge piece of dick.
I extracted myself from his shaft to do some ball worshipping. These were big, shaved bull balls, low hangers that I first took one by one into my mouth. Gently sucking and licking, kissing, and then I hit the brown bottle a third time and pushed both balls into my wide open mouth with my fingers, gently sucking and tugging on them, swirling my tongue all around the very bottom in the most sensitive area.
I resumed more cock sucking, coating that big dick with lots of throat goo.
Dash finally pulled me up from my knees and tossed me back over the kitchen counter, my torso sticking to the surface while bent over.
Dash poked his cock in my crack until I reached around to place his dick head right at my hole.
There was a small bottle of olive oil on the counter top. I opened it, poured a small dab into my hand and wrapped it around Dash’s cock, trying to get it greased up for me.
Then I took more poppers and I was ready for the ride, Dash pumped his big dick right up my asshole, I felt his balls press against mine.
“What a fucking fantastic hole, faggot! Fuck you better hold on cuz I’m gonna fuckin’ blow your ass out!”
I took a fifth and final hit of poppers then grabbed the edges of the countertop to keep from moving, planting my feet firmly on the kitchen tile. Dash’s hands gripped my shoulders and he was slightly leaned over, swinging his big dick into me, battering my prostate over and over again. I adjusted my hips slightly so he was now really hitting my p-spot and I knew he was gonna make me blow my load.
“Haha! I’m about to steal another one of your loads faggot! Let me hear you cum for me!”
“Ohhh yesss! Oh fuck me please!”, I was loose and uninhibited now, two beers and plenty of poppers saw to that. “Give me that big dick”, I begged.
“This is what you came for, isn’t it faggot! You wanted me to fuck your pussy so you could cum like a little bitch?”
“Fuck yes! Yes! I wanna cum so bad! Please don’t stop!”
“Oh, I won’t! But I wanna hear you tell me how much you want my cock in your faggot pussy!”
“I want it so much! Please fuck my faggot pussy! Fuck me!”
I was getting closer, my eyes were in the back of their sockets.
“Yeah? My cock feel good rubbing your clit, faggot? You gonna cream for me like a little pussy bitch?”
“Yes! I’m gonna cream for you like a little pussy bitch! Fuck my faggot hole! Fuck me! Help me cum, please!”
I was right on the edge now.
Dash grabbed on to my waist and punished my pussy with his oiled up cock.
“I’m gonna cum! Oh fuck! Please don’t stop! Please! Fuck my faggot pussy! Oh god! Ohhhhh gooooddddd! Ohhh fuuuccckk!”
My whole body shook as my balls exploded, releasing weeks of pent up cum from my balls. It was exquisite and intense. My caged cock between my abs and the kitchen counter, my splooge spilling on it and me. I laid like a slab of spent human flesh, flaccid after shooting my nut like that.
Dash wasn’t through with me. He pulled out and put me on my back. I felt my wet cum on my skin and definitely had a puddle on my stomach.
Dash scooped some and put it on his cock, then threw my legs up and put his dick back inside me.
“Gonna blow out your back now, faggot”
I pulled my legs back as far as they could go until I felt my back straining. I was getting a solid deep dicking now. Between the olive oil and my cum, Dash’s dick was gliding effortlessly.
Dash squeezed his eyes shut, his neck pivoting upward towards the ceiling, his legs and arms straining, building up tension for a huge release. His cock engorging even more as he ducked me senseless.
I squeezed my sphincter for a tighter grip and Dash let out a deep roar as his cock continued its relentless onslaught.
“Ohhhhh fuucckk! Grrrrrr! Grrrr! Oh fuck! Yeah, I’m fucking breeding your pussy faggot! Oh fuuuuck!”
Dash came hard and filled me with lots of his seed. When he pulled out, some escaped from my gaping hole and landed on the kitchen tile.
I immediately took to my knees to clean off Dash’s cock and to clean the floor with my tongue.
When I was finished, Dash looked down at me.
“Was it worth it, faggot?”
“Yes, oh yes!”
“You got what you wanted?”
“Yes!”
“What you needed?”
“Yes!”
“You gonna tell Jace I made you cum?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“You will, and I want you to.”
“Ok.”
”Right now!”
Dash looked at me with a sinister smile as I rose from the floor.
“Get your phone.”
“Huh?”
“You heard me faggot! Get your phone!”
I went and got my phone.
“Open it”
I punched in my code.
“Give it to me.”
I handed it over. I saw Dash’s fingers flying on the keyboard. Then he handed it back.
“Read it to me.”
“I just let Dash breed my faggot pussy and I came on his kitchen counter.”
“That pretty much sums it up, don’t you think, faggot?”
“Oh shit! Yes! He’s going to be so mad!”
“Not my problem is it, faggot?”
I didn’t say anything because I knew Jace would be really really pissed!
“I gotta get dinner, you can go now.”
I walked over to put my clothes on and walked back to my car in a daze.
How could Dash do that to me, and why did I let him?
I drove home very unsettled. I’d hoped that after finally cumming I’d feel better but that wasn’t the case.
I had a hard time sleeping.
When I woke up in the morning, I noticed a reply from Jace.
“Fucking pig hole! You piece of shit! I’m gonna fuck you up when I get home!”
To get in touch with the author, send them an email.
