Locked Cock
While my keyholder has been away on a series of work trips, I’ve been sending him daily cage check photos so he would know my dick is exactly where it needs to be. Being in long term chastity has been an interesting journey. Sure, there is absolutely an added benefit of being in a perpetual state of horniness, I absolutely love that, but there have other effects, too.
My keyholder and I know each other so well given our years-long relationship, if you want to call it that. He not only will ask for a cage check, but once in a while he’ll inquire about my mental state of being.
When we last checked in, I told my keyholder about my fuck sessions with Rodney and I told him about sucking off Dash. Both of those men were hot and met an unfulfilled need at the time. I also told him about Kafi and the rough sex we had.
My keyholder likes to ask questions and probe deeper. He was especially interested to learn more about the session with Kafi and Kafi’s friends. It became evident to him that I have a profound need to be humiliated and degraded, that wearing a lock on my dick was nowhere near the level of debasement I required. I did not disagree. I sincerely believe just wearing this cage over my dick has fucked with my head. It makes me feel unworthy to call myself a man and for other men to remind me of my unworthiness.
He said he was coming back home soon and that I should expect to serve him upon his return and that he would see to it that I would get what I need from him. I had no doubt. Jace could be either the meanest or the sweetest guy you’d ever met. I’ve experienced both sides of him.
Just knowing that Jace would soon be belittling me made me very, very excited. Knowing that when we have met in the past, there is nothing inauthentic about his words, his tone, his actions. He truly believes he is better than me, and that a cock-wearing faggot is far inferior. It’s not an act.
I’ve role played with many men before. In these situations, the top is acting most of the time. There is some trepidation, or hesitation, to follow through on saying what needs to be said or doing what needs to be done to truly feel the admonishment I so very much deserve, want, and need. I leave those sessions somewhat unfulfilled because it’s not genuine.
I don’t have that problem with Jace.
The day came when Jace was finally coming home. He wanted me to be at his place, jock strapped, on my knees and ready to serve when he walked in the door.
Before leaving my place, of course I cleaned out well, shaved my entire body smooth, as is Jace’s preference. Jace believes faggots shouldn’t have any body hair, only men have body hair. I took my time to get into the right head space. I was about to take on a healthy dose of degradation and humiliation. I wanted to be ready for it.
So there I was kneeling in the middle of Jace’s living room floor, head down, hands behind my back. Waiting. Ready. A little nervous. A little excited.
I heard the door unlock and open. It started immediately.
“There you are pathetic loser!”, Jace said as I came through the door and dropped his bags.
He thundered towards me, lifted my chin and spit right in my face, then he wiped it all over me with his huge hand.
“Thank you!” I shouted enthusiastically.
“Yeah, you would thank me for spitting on your fucking face!”
Then he slapped me hard right across my right cheek.
As if by magic, Jace pulled out a black permanent ink marker from out of nowhere.
“Tell me what you are! Five words!”
“I’m a faggot”
Jace wrote “FAGGOT” across my forehead.
“I’m a slut”
The word “SLUT” was written on my freshly slapped cheek.
“I’m a loser”
“LOSER” on the other cheek.
“I’m a cumdump”
“CUMDUMP” written across my chest.
“One more fucktard!”
“I’m a fucktard!”
“FUCKTARD” written below CUMPDUMP.
Jace pulled me up by my arm and dragged me over to the mirror on the wall.
“Take a good look at yourself!”
I did. I was owning all the words written on my body.
“Read them out loud!”
“Faggot. Slut. Loser. Cumdump, fucktard.”
“Again, louder!”
“FAGGOT, SLUT, LOSER, CUMDUMP, FUCKTARD!”
“What are you?”
“A faggot, slut, loser, cumpdump, fucktard!”
“Yes, you are every single one of those things! And what am I?”
“You are a superior man!”
“Yes, I am! Look at me and look at you. Do you see me with a cage on my worthless dick?”
“No!”
“No, you don’t because I use mine. You don’t ever need to use yours. A faggot like you should always be caged. Isn’t that right? Tell me your useless dick deserves to be caged!”
“My useless dick needs to be caged!”
Jace put his hand over my caged cock and squeezed it.
“This thing ain’t never coming off!”, he screamed in my ear.
He pushed the pouch of my yellow jock to the side and found my exposed balls. He squeezed them so hard and his fingernails dug into my scrotum.
“I don’t even know why you have these. They serve no purpose! Do you think you deserve to have balls, faggot?”
“No!”
“No, what?, he squeezed harder I thought they would bust.
It hurt so much, I had a hard time forming words.
“I said no what, faggot!”
“No, I don’t deserve to have balls!”
Looking at myself in the mirror suffering at his hands and his calm and confident demeanor told the story. I was at his mercy, he was in control.
“But yet you have them”
Jace shook his head.
“Why God thought you needed balls is beyond me. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes, I agree”, I cried from the pressure.
Jace let go but I knew this was far from over.
“Crawl over to the kitchen and bring me a beer, bring me the mallet!”
Jace had a small wooden mallet that usually is used to bust open crabs, but he liked to use them for ball-busting.
When I returned, Jace had removed his shirt and was standing up. Fire in his eyes, like my presence disgusted him. He snatched the beer out of my hand and the mallet.
He took a big swig of beer and set it down on a coaster on his side table. Then he took my nuts in one hand and the mallet came down hard with the other.
“Owwwww”, I howled.
Jace laughed as I screamed.
He did it again even harder.
“Owwwwww fuuucckk!”
“You see if you didn’t have balls this wouldn’t happen. The only purpose they serve is for me to crush them! Right, faggot?
“Right, yes”, I hissed.
“Tell me what you are?”
I had to think a second.
I took too long, my nuts were struck a third time by the mallet.
“Hurry up you stupid faggot! Tell me what you are!”
Jace held the mallet at the ready, tormenting me. I was sweating.
“I’m a faggot, slut, loser…ummm”
I was hit again.
“Ohhh fuck! Please!”
“Please? No, you have to earn it. Tell me what you are. Try again!”
“Faggot, slut, loser, Cumdump, fucktard!”
“That’s right! That’s exactly what you are!”
“Yes”, I agreed.
“And your balls need crushing since you don’t use them for fucking. right faggot?”
“Right, yes.”
“What about my balls? What do you think they need, faggot?”
“They need worship!”
“Fucking right they do! But you’ve got to earn it, faggot! Where’s your phone?”
“In my pants!”
“Go get it! Crawl like the maggot you are!”
He kicked me in the ass as I crawled past him to retrieve my phone from my pants.
“Put it in your mouth and crawl back here. Don’t fucking drop it or I’ll take the mallet to your fucking balls again!”
I didn’t drop it, but Jace ripped it out of my mouth.
“Stand up!”
Jace asked me to give him the code to my phone which I provided.
“Look into the camera!”
I looked straight into the camera.
“Now tell the world what you are!”
“I’m a faggot, slut, loser, Cumdump, fucktard!”
“Again!”
“I’m a faggot, slut, loser, Cumdump, fucktard!”
“Very good.”
Jace stopped recording.
“You want the world to know what you are?”
“I don’t know.”
“You want to worship my balls?”
“Yes!”
“You want the world to know what you are?”
I hesitated.
“I don’t understand faggot? I thought you wanted to worship my balls? I need three names. Just three. If you don’t give me three names you’re never getting to worship my balls and I know where you work. Don’t think I can’t figure out how to send this video to your boss! Three names now!”
“Ok, ok!”
I gave him three names of friends and watched as Jace sent the short video to each of them on a group chat. Then he put the phone down and stepped closer towards me.
“Raise your head up and look at me, faggot!”
Jace slapped me hard across the face three times.
“Next time you won’t give me any shit. Faggots like you should just obey without question, without hesitation. But that’s why you’re here, isn’t it faggot? You need a man like me to guide you. Right faggot?”
“Right”, I mumbled.
“What was that?”
“RIGHT! I need a man like you to guide me!”
“You know what? I’m tired of looking at your fucking face!”
Jace walked away for a minute and came back with a brown paper bag and some scissors.
“You want to worship my balls, faggot?”
“Yes!”
“Then you better do a good job making your mask! Get to it!”
Jace sat back in his chair swigging more of his beer as he watched me cut a mouth hole.
“You think my balls are gonna fit through that hole, faggot?”
“Ummm, I don’t know.”
“Fucking stupid! Make it bigger!”, he barked.
I cut the hole open slightly larger. Then I started to cut out an eye hole.
“What are you doing?”
“Making eye holes.”
“Why would you need them. I just need your mouth! Put those scissors down!”
I put them down.
“Pick up the marker!”
I picked up the marker.
“Let’s see if you’re smart enough to know what I want you to write on that bag!”
I started to write “Faggot, slut, loser, Cumdump, and fucktard” on the bag in all caps.
“Well, I don’t think this qualifies for a PhD, but you did a good job because you know what you are! Now put it over your head!”
I put the bag over my head and it made me feel so stupid.
Jace laughed so hard.
“That’s better! Now I don’t have to look at your fucking face!”
There was a pause.
“Ha, wait until you see your messages, faggot! Now stand up and tell me what you are, make sure you speak up so your friends can hear you!”
I shouted through the bag.
“I’m a faggot, slut, loser, Cumdump, fucktard!”
“Once more, say it proudly!”
“I’m a faggot, slut, loser, Cumdump, fucktard!”
“Very nice! You certainly are! Wait til your friends see this, haha!”
“You ready to suck on my balls faggot?”
“Yes!”
Jace pushed me to my knees and shoved his balls through the hole in the paper bag and I opened my mouth wide to take them in.
“Yeah, use your tongue, faggot! You see the difference between your balls and mine? Mine get worshipped as they should!”
Fuck, I was so turned on from all of it. Getting my balls beaten, being recorded and outed to my friends, Jace writing on my body, having to wear a bag over my head. It was all fantastic! I was hungry and eager to wash his bull balls with my tongue, to suck on them, to show Jace I was worthy of ball worshipping.
Jace grabbed my head and pulled me over so he could sit in his chair and I was now between his thighs. Wearing the paper bag over my head didn’t make it easy to manipulate my face for optimal ball worship, but I did the best I could. The bag was becoming soggy from all my drool.
Jace pulled his balls out and ripped the bag off my head and replaced it with one of his black hoods that only had a mouth hole. This was better.
Jace guided his hard cock through and it glided down my throat.
“Fuck yeah, faggot! Use that mouth hole to make my dick feel good!”
I slurped over this monster dick in my mouth.
Jace’s foot found its way to my exposed balls and his toes pressed down over them, which caused me to groan over his dick. I lost focus on sucking on his cock and began to gag and choke.
This angered Jace immensely.
Jace once again walked away and came back with something in his hands.
“Put your hands out, faggot!”
He placed a tub of BenGay cream in my hands.
“You want more of my cock, faggot?”
“Yes. I want more of your cock!”
“Open the tub and smother your balls with it.”
I hesitated. I knew this wasn’t going to be pleasant.
Jace spoke slowly and loudly.
“Do…you…want…more…cock?”
“Yes.”
“Then do as your told!”
I opened the tub and scooped some onto my fingers and passed some over my sack.
“More! I want to see those worthless balls covered!”
It took a few more attempts to cover them entirely and within moments, I felt the effect. My balls were on fire.
It felt humiliating to be forced to smother BenGay all over my own nuts, and I loved it. Jace is a twisted man, there was no end to what a Jace would say or do to make me feel small, to question my very existence.
“You’re such a loser! Who would do what you just did? I’ll tell you who, a desperate faggot. Is that what you are, a desperate faggot?”
“Yes. I’m a desperate faggot”, said through gritted teeth as my balls ached.
“Now open your fucking mouth! Stay focused! No choking, fucktard!”
I wanted that shaft down my throat even more now. I was so eager for it. I lunged forward and swallowed that sword all the way down to the root. I worked through the pain in my balls and used it to concentrate on my task. I relaxed my throat and Jace took advantage and began an epic deep throating.
“Fuck! Now you’re doing it right cocksucker! Yeah, keep that mouth open for me!”
After a few more minutes, Jace pulled his cock from my throat.
“Stand up!”
I felt the marker once again over my stomach but couldn’t see what was written.
“Tell your friends what you are!”
“I’m a faggot, slut, loser, Cumdump, fucktard.”
“And…what else?”
I was still hooded so I couldn’t very well read his added word.
“I don’t know?”
“Of course you know! What were you just doing? Tell your friends!
“I was sucking your cock.”
“And that makes you…”
“A cocksucker.”
“Yes, you are a cocksucker. So let’s do it again. This time say it like you mean it or no more of my cock for you.”
Jace was getting so good at this. I looked straight forward and spoke clearly.
“I am a faggot, slut, loser, Cumdump, fucktard, cocksucker!”
“Yes you are! I can’t wait to send this to your three friends and don’t worry, I have plenty of video showing you slurping down my dick to back it up!”
I was dying inside. The three friends I chose were other gay boys I was friends with, but I wasn’t prepared for them to see me like this. I can only imagine what they are thinking!
“You want my dick up your ass, faggot?”
“Yes!”
“Of course you do, but what do you need to do to get it?”
“I need to earn it!”
“That’s right! I don’t give my dick away for nothing!”
“What are you willing to do to prove you’re worthy of my dick in your ass?”
“Anything”, I answered way too quickly.
“Really? You’re that needy, are you?
I didn’t answer.
“Hey, I asked you a question faggot! Are you that needy?”
“Yes Sir”
“And you will do anything to get my dick in your ass?”
“Yes!”
“Let’s see if you live to regret that.”
Jace left the room again and came back with a few things in his hands.
“You can either piss in this glass and drink it or ride this dildo while telling me what you are? Don’t worry, I’ll send a recording to your friends.”
Jace was smiling and laughing. He taunted me with his huge, hard erection.
“You want this?”
“Yes”
“Then make a decision before I make you do both!”
Predicament bondage is so hot, and Jace is so good at it. I would normally not hesitate to ride a dildo, but reciting this little mantra and being recorded wasn’t optimal. I have no problem drinking other men’s piss, but my own? In a glass? Recorded?
Believe it or not, I chose drinking my own piss. It was the quicker option. One that I could live with.
I grabbed the glass and dipped my caged shaft inside. I relaxed my bladder and let it rip.
Jace was hysterical while he filmed me.
“Oh my God! I can’t believe you’re about to drink your own piss!”
I filled the glass about three quarters and my bladder emptied.
“Take off your hood, faggot.”
I lifted it off my head and put it down on the table in front of me.
“Now, look at the camera”
I focused my gaze on the phone in Jace’s hand.
“Tell me again. What are you? Say it loud and clear for me!”
“I’m a faggot, slut, loser, Cumdump, fucktard cocksucker!”
“Now let’s see you guzzle that piss down! Pick up that glass!”
It felt warm to the touch. This was going to be so gross.
“On the count of three, faggot! One! Two! Three!”
I brought the glass to my lips and the smell almost made me gag. My eyes watered but I opened my mouth and tilted the glass and my piss began to spill out and into my tongue. It was nasty. Jace held the phone close to my face.
“Do it! All of it! You want more of my dick, right? Show me how much!”
I closed my eyes and guzzled the rest of my piss down my gullet and set the glass back down on the table and nearly vomited. It was vile, so horrible really. I willed myself through it just so I could get more dick.
Jace put the phone down and approached me with that marker again. This time he wrote something on my bald head, above where it said “FAGGOT” on my forehead.
“You know what I wrote, faggot?”
“No”
It had a lot of letters, that much I knew.
“Well, what did you just do?”
“I drank my own piss.”
“So what does that make you?”
“A piss drinker?”
“Close, very close. You’re a piss guzzler! Say it!”
“I’m a piss guzzler!”
“Tell me what you are?”
“I’m a faggot, slut, loser, Cumdump, fucktard, cocksucker, piss guzzler!”
Jace laughed so hard in my face.
“You think you earned my dick in your ass?”
“Yes!”
“You really think that? Don’t you, faggot? Nah, not yet. You’ve got more work to do.”
Jace pointed to the thick 12” black cock dildo and lube that was lying on the sofa.
“I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what to do. You’ve had lots of practice opening up that cunt of yours with toys.”
I reached for the toy, knowing full well that Jace had every intention on making me do this in order to get more of the real thing. By now my psyche was so broken, but I could honestly say, even in the moment, as much as I hated the taste of my own urine, the act of pissing into the glass, drinking it, drinking it on camera, having Jace watch, laugh and mock me in the process, it was awesome! I loved testing myself to see exactly how far I’d go, to understand the lengths I’d go, to stoop so low in order to taste Jace’s cock.
I looked at Jace almost defiantly, like I had something to prove to him. That he hadn’t yet broken me completely. I grabbed that dildo and coated it with lots of lube. I laid out on my back on the floor, raised my legs up and put the dildo up my asshole.
“Ohhhh fuck!”, I gasped as my hole spasmed around the object impaled inside.
“You like how that feels, faggot? You like that fake dick up your ass!?”
“Yessss!”
“Hehe, yeah, because you’re a fucking faggot! Let me see you ride that dick and tell me what you are! Look here!”
I was recorded once again bouncing on that fake black dick reciting over and over, “I’m a faggot, slut, loser, Cumdump, fucktard, cocksucker, piss guzzler!”
“Again!”, Jace shouted after putting the phone down, capturing the footage he needed.
Jace grabbed the marker again and had me stay still, impaled.
A new word appeared.
This time I watched him write, “FUCK PIG” between my pecs and my abs in giant block letters and then he laughed and pointed at me.
“Go on, tell me again what you are!”
“I’m a faggot, slut, loser, Cumdump, fucktard, piss guzzler, fuck pig!”
“Aren’t you forgetting something faggot?”
I had to think and I looked down at my chest.
“I’m a faggot, slut, loser, Cumdump, fucktard, cocksucker, piss guzzler, fuck pig!”
“Yes, yes you certainly are. You think you earned my dick up your ass?”
“Yes”
“Beg me for it.”
“Please, please can you put my dick in my ass?”
“Is that all you got? I mean, that’s pretty pathetic. You can do better than that!”
I took to my knees, bowed my head down, clasped my hands together to humble myself in front of Jace.
“Please, please my superior King. Please may I have your cock up my worthless ass? I’d be honored to submit myself to you, please please. I beg you!”
I leaned in to kiss the head of Jace’s cock as a finishing touch.
“Yeah, I think I’ll fuck you now. Not because you begged me, simply because you’re here and I need to cum. Take that toy out of your ass!”
“Thank you! Oh thank you!”, I was exhilarated.
“Show me that hole, faggot? Get on your hands and knees and show me your fucking hole!”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
Once again that marker wrote something on my back. When Jace finished, he snapped a picture and threw my phone at me.
“Read it.”
I read it to myself.
“Out loud, faggot! Are you that stupid?”
“Dick Sleeve”, it said down the center of my back.
“You want my dick in your ass, faggot?”
“Yes!”
“Send the picture to your friends. Do it!”
I found the chat that Jace had created and added the new picture. I would need to back and read their responses later. I raised my hand with my phone in it to show Jace that I did it.
He laughed again. “I cannot believe what you would do to get some of this dick!”
He taunted me by rubbing the head around my taint and hole.
“Tell me one last time now, what are you?”
“I’m a faggot, slut, loser, Cumdump, fucktard, cocksucker, piss guzzler, fuck pig, dick sleeve!”
“Very, very good!”
Jace slid his dick all the way up my ass and held it there for a minute.
“Yeah, dick sleeve, snort like a pig for me!”
I started to grunt and say, “oink, oink”. This was so humiliating.
Jace slapped my ass.
“Come on, fuck pig, put your heart into it. You want my load right?”
“Yes!”
“And…”
“I have to earn it!”
“So…show me what you got”
I went full on pig. I bounced back on Jace’s cock, snorting, oinking, uninhibitedly, making a fool of myself just to work a load out of Jace’s cock.
Jace didn’t make me stop when his hands took hold of my waist and he pounded me into the sofa. An epic deep-dicking that broke my hole open. Jace mounted me from behind and continued a deep stroke. I could tell he was getting close.
He pulled out quickly.
“On your knees, fast faggot!”
I kneeled.
“Stick out your tongue!”
Jace roared as he unloaded all over my face. Ropes of his seed flew out of his cock, onto my tongue on my forehead, my cheeks, my chin. Jace put his cock back in my mouth so I could polish it off. Then he grabbed my phone again, pressed the password and took a few shots and sent them to my three friends.
”What do you say, faggot?”
”Thank you”
”Thank you for what?”
I looked into the phone camera lens and said, “Thank you for writing on me, thank you for crushing my balls, thank you for allowing me to rub BenGay all over my balls, thank you for the opportunity to make a paper bag mask, thank you for my glass of piss, thank you for letting me ride your dildo, thank you for using my holes, thank you for cumming all over my face, thank you for your time and attention!”
”You’re so welcome. You got what you needed, I got off. It’s all good.”
He walked away to grab a towel to wipe off his sweat and clean himself off.
I was still kneeling waiting for further instruction.
“You can go now. I’m done with you, faggot. You better send me a pic of your cum covered face when you get home and you better not try to wash off the marker tonight. I want you to go to the gym tomorrow morning and send me pics. You understand, faggot?”
“Yes!”
“Get the fuck out of here now, I need to unpack.”
I quietly and quickly put my clothes back on m, careful not to disturb the cum gift I was wearing and I went home.
When I did get to my place, I took off my shoes and went to bed. Before I started to read the group chat, I snapped a pic of my face with a big smile and sent it to Jace. It was full of crusted cum. Then I looked through the group texts and reactions from my three friends and saw all of the pictures and videos that Jace sent them.
I did text them and said I would explain everything to them tomorrow.
That was one of the hottest scenes I’ve ever had. For sure it was living out another fantasy that only existed in my mind. It’s like Jace has a microchip in my brain and knows what I crave. I never imagined when I left for his place a few hours earlier that I’d be written on, drinking my own piss, my balls crushed, having to make a mask from a paper bag, riding a dildo…all on camera, while Jace laughed at me, degraded me, humiliated me, sprayed me with his seed, and outed me to three friends. What a fucking rush! I thought about going to the gym in the morning with all of this obscenity written over visible parts of my face and my scalp and wondered if they would even let me in! My dick started to harden in its confines. So fucking hot!
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