With each passing day in chastity and the online hypno training I pretty much walk around all day in the mindset of a subhuman vessel whose sole purpose is to give up my holes to worthy tops. Even calling me a faggot is too kind. I’m actively seeking out the nastiest Alpha tops I can find in my city. They know what I need, what I deserve, what I am.
There’s plenty of Alpha men out there for sure, and I’m sure I’ve already hooked up with many of them, but having years of history with Jace is something any other top lacks. Jace has watched me devolve from a curious bottom to a locked faggot, to a depraved set of holes. It’s been a psychological journey I never expected, but have certainly welcomed. I feel like Jace has helped me understand my purpose in life. There’s something very comforting about that.
Just a couple of days after meeting Andre, taking his fists, dick, and load and then serving as Jace’s cumbucket, I was on the prowl again for more dicks to serve.
I was at work when Jace sent me a text.
“What u doin’ hole?
Jace went from calling me “faggot” to calling me “hole”, which seemed right to me.
“Working”
Two seconds later Jace called me.
“This is Richard”, I said.
“No, this is hole. I don’t know no Richard”
“Yes, this is hole”, I said
“What time you get off, hole?
“5”
“Can you leave earlier?”
“I will try”
“Be here at 4 with a clean hole. We’re going on a field trip”
Then Jace abruptly disconnected our call. I walked over to my boss to say I needed to leave work early for an appointment. I don’t think he was too happy about it, but didn’t say no.
I went home and douched as instructed. I typically wear a jockstrap every day so I put on a fresh one from my drawer, jeans and a t-shirt and went to Jace’s and knocked on his door precisely at 4.
Jace didn’t invite me in. He closed the door behind me.
“Where are we going?”, I asked.
“Wherever I take you, hole.”
I guess I should have expected that answer.
Jace walked this way and that way until we came upon the entrance to the local adult bookstore. I hadn’t been in it in many years. Imagine a seedy, dark and dirty arcade booth and it’s ten times more filthy than that.
Jace paid for two entries into the arcade and once we were back there, found an open booth that had a large glory hole. He pushed me inside and he joined me.
“Strip down to your jock, hole!”
I kept on my Nike’s and had a black jock on. Jace took my clothes and put them in his bag.
“Put your ass up to the hole. I’m gonna get you loaded up hole”
Jace put a $20 bill in the video slot to keep us out of trouble and I suppose you can say he was pimping me out, but for free.
This was depravity at its finest. I saw it as Jace teaching me yet another lesson in my “hole” journey.
I bent over and lined my ass up to the glory hole in the wall and just waited. I self-hypnotized recalling the many popper training videos I’d watched over the past few months and transformed my mind and body. I was a hole, a cumdumpster, ready and willing, to take any dick that came through the hole, no matter what.
When I felt a wet cock probing in my back door, I backed up so I could impale myself on it. There was something so hot about having a completely anonymous dick inside my body. It felt so right. I bounced back on it, hungrily riding it like my life depended on earning its load.
Jace entered my booth and lifted my face up to his.
“That feel good hole?”
“Yes”
“You happy hole?”
“Yes”
“You like taking stranger’s dicks in your fuck hole?”
”yes!”
“You’re a sick fuck! Jace spit in my face and used his hand to rub it all over. A wide smile formed on my face.
“Thank you!”, I was genuine. I was appreciative that Jace covered my face with his mouth drool.
Jace slapped me across the face a couple of times for good measure.
“Owww, thank you!”
Jace looked at me such disgust and contempt. I was the shit under his shoe.
“Locked slut! Take that dick!”
“Fuuccckk yessss!”, I nodded.
Jace left me again and the cock in my ass reamed my hole out good. I felt it stiffen and then heard a growl as I was seeded well.
The cock removed itself from my dripping hole. I knew better than to move from my position because more than likely I was gonna get a second dicking.
I waited a few minutes. I did my best to keep that load inside me, to let it baste and marinate. Bent over, hole exposed, I felt so free, so alive, exhilarated.
A second cock surprised me and stuffed my hole. This one was much girthier than the first giving me a good stretch.
“Ohhhh yesss!”, I cried out with such joy.
About two or three minutes in, my booth door opened and Jace once again lifted my chin up and watched my face for several seconds before spitting in my face twice.
“Fucking pig!”, he said.
“Filthy fuck hole!”, he shouted.
With each slur I felt like I was becoming more alert, more alive, more present.
Jace slapped me around a couple of times while I was getting railed.
“Thank you!”, I said, grateful for his abuse.
Jace pulled his dick out of his zipper and shoved it down my throat. He relentlessly fucked my face until I started choking.
Jace stuffed his cock back into his jeans.
Seconds later the man fucking me grunted so loudly I could hear him over the movie playing in my booth and I felt his cock twitching and releasing warm seed inside me. Jace watched as my eyes flitted into the back of my head as I groaned with utter joy. It was pure bliss being blessed with precious man milk.
“Fucking cum hole!”, Jace shouted.
“Yes, I’m a cum hole!”, I was proud to say it.
“Dirty swine! Snort for me!”
Jace opened the booth door so I could be heard snorting.
Jace turned away from me and he said to a couple of guys who were in earshot.
“You wanna fuck my nasty pig?”
A few seconds later a dick was up my ass and soon thereafter filling me up with more cum.
Not a minute later another dick quickly emptied in me. I was full of seed.
A third consecutive cock was now inside me. It was very familiar and felt custom fit to my ass. I’d know Jace’s cock in a blind line-up. Jace rode me hard through the glory hole in the wall, and then I heard his grunt. A gallon of my keyholder’s seed erupted inside me.
Jace pulled out and came around to my booth. While my mouth was busy cleaning off his heavily coated dick with all those combined loads, the video screen stopped. We’d blown through $20 worth of screen time.
Jace opened his bag and used my shirt to wipe off his dick. He dropped my clothes on the gross floor and left.
“This is all you’re good for. Hole.”, he said before exiting the booth.
Honestly, I thought about hanging around there and taking more loads, but somehow it felt right to leave with Jace being the last man to breed me.
I put the cum-stained t-shirt on and the rest of my clothes and headed home. My hand subconsciously grabbed hold of my caged dick over my jeans. I wondered if I wasn’t locked, would I still be in this continuous state of arousal? Would I still be this impressionable to hypnosis? Would my identity be something other than “hole”?
I admonished myself for even thinking that way. I’ve never been more fulfilled in my life. I owed this to my caged dicklet. None of this would have happened if my dick was free. It’s been over 9 months since I spent more than 15 minutes (for cleaning, under Jace’s supervision) unlocked. I don’t want to ever go back to being that person. This Cobra cage has taught me so much about myself, has brought me some of the most intense sexual pleasure I’d ever had, and I love it. I’d never thought I’d have such a deep emotional and psychological attachment to an inanimate object, but it’s become part of me. As I’ve said, it’s made me “hole”.
After settling in at home, I texted Jace.
”Thank you”
”Cumdump”
What a nice thing to say. I chuckled, put a finger in my hole and licked it. So much cum still marinating in my belly. I drifted off to sleep thinking about all that dick I’d taken that night.
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