Jace allowed me 15 minutes of cock freedom twice month for cleaning/shaving. When I went to see him the day after I let the straight guy at the hotel hot tub, he surprised me with a gift. It was a red shirt that had a picture of a black hole and above the image in large black letters it read, “I’m a HOLE”.
“I got you something, hole.”
Jace would sometimes bring me gifts in his travels and when he was feeling generous, he’d give them to me.
He threw it at me all balled up and when I caught it, and unfurled it, I realized what it said.
“Ummm, thanks”, I said.
“Hey, a little more gratitude would be nice, hole!”
“I’m sorry. Thank you, Jace.”, I said as sincerely as I could muster.
“Well, try it on, hole!”
“Now?”
“What are fucking stupid? Of course now!”
I pulled off the shirt I was wearing and Jace immediately grabbed it from my hands.
I pulled this new shirt over my head and rolled it down my torso. It did fit snugly.
“Looks great on you, hole.”
Jace then left the room and when I glanced over towards the kitchen, he threw my shirt in the trash.
“You won’t be needing that anymore, this is much better, don’t you think, hole?”
“Yes”, I whispered.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you, hole?”
“YES, THIS IS BETTER!”, I barked loudly.
“Where is your phone?”
“In my pocket.”
“Give it to me!”
I handed it over to Jace. He held it up to my face to unlock it.
“Smile for me, hole!”
“What?”
“You are fucking dumb tonight, hole! I said smile!”
I smiled as requested as he took several photos.
“You have Insta, right hole?”
“Yea”
Jace handed me back my phone.
“You know what to do, hole!”
Jace watched as I posted three photos to my Instagram feed. He knows I never refuse him, and exploits it all the time. I was connected to people I worked with, friends, family…surely this would capture some attention.
“What do you have to say, hole?”
“What? I’m not sure?”
Jace was pissed and slapped me hard across my face.
“Gratitude hole! Where’s your fucking gratitude!”
“Thank you, Jace!”, I whimpered holding my hand to my cheek.
“For what, hole!”
“For taking pictures of me in my new shirt and allowing me to share them on Instagram.”
“You’re fucking welcome you ungrateful piece of shit! Now get the fuck out of here!”
I’d pissed him off and quietly exited before Jace’s temper escalated any further. I should have been more excited about the shirt, I chastised myself.
I was supposed to meet a friend for dinner at a nearby restaurant after meeting Jace for the cock maintenance routine, and now I had only the “hole” shirt on my back.
I decided the hell with it. My friend Adam probably had already seen my Insta post anyway, so I didn’t cancel our dinner plans
Adam was always early for any appointments for as long as I knew him. He was someone I’d met in the LGBTQ student center in college and stayed in touch with over the years. Another bottom, but more of the traditional type, not at all into the deep sub/fetish space I dwell in.
Adam saw me walking down the street and hugged me upon arrival, then stood back and examined my shirt.
“Don’t tell me, Jace made you wear it, am I right?”
“Yes”, I said bashfully.
“I just don’t get it, but I won’t judge.”
“Adam, I can’t even explain it.”
“I didn’t ask you, too. Come on, let’s get a table.”
We went in and sat at a window table for two. Adam is a cute twinkish bottom who had a few serious relationships since college but was now single again. We talked about some of the men he’d recently dated and the last one was a married man that tried to hide it from Adam. He asked me about my dating life, I just said things were quiet and sometimes I hook up with Jace. I don’t know if he believed it, but I wasn’t going to tell him about Sir William, the bookstore, the park, etc. Adam claims no judgment, but I didn’t believe that for a minute.
When the hot waiter came to take our orders. I felt flush when he realized what my shirt was conveying. A knowing smirk grew on his face as if to say “I got your number, faggot.”
When I had to get up and piss after our first drink, I stumbled to the men’s room and saddled up to the urinal. My caged cock was in mid stream when the door opened and there was our waiter, Flavio, at the urinal next to mine.
I tried to mind my own business, but Flavio had other ideas. He wasn’t at all shy, and he was definitely from another country, my guess was Italy.
“That’s a nice-a cage buddy”, he said in a thick accent.
“Thank you”
“I saw it when you walked-a over to your table, si”, he said.
“You did?”
“Si! You wear tight-a pants-a”
“Oh”, I said as I zipped up.
“Awww, you put-a your pene away”
“Yea”, I went to wash my hands.
“You want I see-a you later, no?”
“What?”
“After supper? Hai capito frocio (understand faggot)?
I was mesmerized by Flavio. The accent, his looks, his deep voice…and no older than 30 at most. Dark olive complexion, green eyes, dark hair, a few days of stubble on his face, chest hair poking through his shirt. He was a dream.
“Yes, ok”, I said, barely above a whisper because I thought to myself this wasn’t really happening.
Flavio started pissing next to me and I stole a glance. In his hand was a hefty piece of uncut meat, like a Monster-can sized cock, and soft!
I guess if I was walking around with something that sizable between my legs, I’d have the same swagger and confidence as Flavio.
“So you come back at-a 10 tonight-a, si?”
“Si”
I washed my hands a resumed dinner with Adam and told him of this urinal meeting between myself and Flavio and he was amazed. I tried explaining how wearing my cage has been attracting so much cock for me in places I’d never imagined.
Adam jokingly said I was probably giving off pheromones to Alpha men since I was continuously in heat because I couldn’t jerk off. Maybe he was right, who knows?
We enjoyed more of our meal despite that snickering targeted at me for wearing a shirt that depicted me as a “hole”. There was one older lady eating at a table next to us with what was likely her grand daughter who asked to be seated elsewhere once she saw my shirt. She told Flavio I was “filthy” and “disgusting”, and that “he should be ashamed of myself for having no decency and how dare I go out in public like that.”
That’s when Adam’s demeanor and disposition changed.
Flavio listened as she went on and on, all the while turning his head towards me, smiling and winking.
“I’m sorry Adam”, I said.
“For what?”
“I didn’t anticipate this”, I said pointing to my shirt.
“I’ve learned a long time ago to expect anything. When it comes to you, you never know what’s going to happen. No need to apologize, but it is kind of pathetic.
“Pathetic? so I disgust you?”, I don’t know why but I was a little offended.
“Yes, Richard, you do. I don’t even know who you are anymore. You’ve changed. I’m only telling you this because I love you like a brother, but it’s like you have no self respect. What’s happened to you?”
I was stunned.
“I don’t know, Adam. Maybe this is really me! Maybe being a hole makes me happy!”
“Ok, ok, I didn’t mean to upset you. Calm down. Let’s just finish our dinner.”
“Fine.”
We didn’t speak all that much after this dust-up, but we did hug before departing.
Flavio wrote his cell number on my bill and scribbled “10”, on it, too.
I went home and got ready for our after dinner date, trying to put what Adam said out of my mind.
I needed to reset, so I put on my headset and listened to some hypno-dom tracks that reinforced I was nothing but a hole whose sole purpose was to please Daddy/Alpha Men/Tops. After an hour or so of that, I was once again “hole”, owning it completely.
I put on a new Addicted jock strap I bought online recently under my shorts and wore the shirt Jace gifted me, and in my submissive hypnotic headspace, I walked back to the restaurant to meet Flavio.
It was a little awkward in that Flavio had me wait for him in a chair over by the register, and the other male staff were giving me the eye, some smirking, knowing why I was there.
Once Flavio was ready, he told me to follow him through the dining room, back into the kitchen where there was a side door. There was a stairwell that led to a short hallway with four doors. Flavio produced a key and we were now in his small one bedroom apartment.
He explained his family owned the restaurant and his cousins and he lived in the apartments above the restaurant.
As he was explaining this, he unbuttoned his white server uniform shirt exposing a white wifebeater and I got a great look at his physique. Damn, he was a gorgeous man.
“So, you are-a faggot, no?”, he asked.
“Yes!”
“Yes, I know.”, he was no longer smiling, his demeanor changed.
“I know what you-a faggots need-a”
Flavio placed his hand over his crotch still covered by his black pants.
Flavio sat down on his sofa.
“vieni qui frocio” (come here, faggot)
I walked towards Flavio. He pushed me to my knees by my shoulders and pulled my shirt off over my head. Then he pulled off his wifebeater and his hairy chest was fully exposed to me. He raised his left armpit and thick, dark, tufts of hair were revealed and after a day of waiting tables, the smell was ripe.
Flavio pulled me in by the back of my head and my nose was right in the thicket. I inhaled deeply several times. The fumes of musk and sweat overwhelmed me and my cock tried to harden in its cage. It was forced blunted and a dull ache ensued.
I didn’t wait for permission, I needed to taste him. Flavio laid back on the sofa, his hands clasped behind the back of his head, head tilted back and I feasted out on both of his pits for over 20 minutes. My tongue had coated every hair at least once. I was covered in his pit stank and if I could have lived under his pits for the rest of my life, I would have.
My hands roamed over his chest, too, I was completely transfixed by this man.
“Take-a off this, no?”, his foot fondling my shorts.
I pulled off my shorts and revealed the jockstrap covering my junk.
Flavio untied my jock and pushed it down my waist. He held my black Cobra cage in his hand.
“Frocio sporco” (dirty faggot)
He spit in my face and rubbed at all over with his hand.
“apri la bocca frocio” (open your mouth faggot)
Flavio leaned over and drooled into my mouth and then spit over my tongue.”
All the while he was squeezing my balls, twisting and pulling.
“tieni la bocca aperta, cocksucker!” (Keep your mouth open, cocksucker)
Flavio got up from the sofa and finally pulled off his work pants. Under them he wore navy blue Hanes briefs that were straining to keep his cock contained.
Flavio pulled them off, too, and his genitals were surrounded in a forrest of dark, thick hair, his bull balls were almost invisible. I hadn’t seen an untamed bush like this in a long time.
Flavio was hung well, a thick, curved uncut cock of eight inches at least protruded from his jungle and the foreskin was already rolled back revealing an angry red dick head that was already oozing.
Flavio placed both his hands behind my head and forced his cock down my throat.
Flavio wasn’t gentle as his cock fucked my mouth. The most obscene throat noises, drool and throat goo were flying out of the sides of my mouth and down my chin. My eyes watered and my vision blurred. Somewhere after a few minutes of this throat abuse I closed my eyes and replayed SirDominicScott’s hypnotic words to myself, and my entire disposition changed. My throat relaxed and I remembered my purpose.
Flavio seemed to be enjoying his dominance, taking complete ownership of my mouth hole.
As abruptly as this blowjob started, it ended after several minutes.
Flavio pulled me off from my knees and bent me over the sofa like a rag doll.
He pried my ass cheeks open and shoved his head in between them. His beard scruff sent goosebumps down my spine. This was not meant to be an erotic, slow, ass eating, this was purely functional. Flavio spit inside my hole after tonguing it a few times then stood behind me and shoved his still wet cock right up my asshole.
“Uggghhh”,a guttural release escaped mg throat.
Flavio pulled out and then went back in giving me all of his inches down to the root. My hole was quick to dilate around his meat.
Flavio’s open palm found my ass cheek and spanked it several times.
“prendi il mio pene frocio” (take my dick, faggot! cavalca il mio cazzo frocio!” (Ride my dick, faggot)
I took the hint and slid my hips up and back, taking his ample length inside me. Flavio spit on his cock to make it slicker as he continued to swat my ass as I rode his meat faster and harder.
“sporca puttana! ( filthy whore)”
I loved hearing Flavio derogatory speaking Italian at me. Such a turn on.
Flavio placed both his hands under my neck like a handle and took control of this fuck now. I was being severely deep dicked, Flavio using his cock to move further into tighter places in my rectum. My cage was flapping about. Flavio removed his left hand from under my neck and his fingers wrapped around my nuts and squeezed them down tightly.
“Arrrrrggghhh”, I cried.
“Stai zitto frocio, sai che ti piace questa cosa (shut up, faggot, you know you love this!)”
Now with his hands secured tightly on each one of my hips, Flavio really laid his pipe into me. He moved now so he was up on the sofa, each of his feet planted at my sides and his cock was going in even deeper. Flavio’s hands wrapped around my neck, his hairy torso smothered my back, the scruff of his beard on the back of my neck.
I turned my head slightly and he kissed me, forcing his tongue down my throat then he spit in my face.
“I’m going to-a cum in your-a ass-a now frocio!”
No needing any translation for that declaration.
Flavio grunted in my ear as he reached orgasm, shooting jets of his sperm inside of me. I could feel his heart beating on my back, his cock twitching in my clenched ass. It was a savage release.
A blissful smile formed on my face. I had served my purpose.
Flavio pulled his deflating cock out of my ass and I flipped myself around to clean it off. My tongue explored his foreskin and every surface where I could extract some seed. I’d even licked his hairy balls!
Flavio’s body shook when his cock became too sensitive and he pulled his cock away from me.
“Thank you”, I said, without much thought.
“You’re-a welcome, frocio”, Flavio grinned.
He sat on the sofa with his legs spread, cock dangling. I didn’t want to overstay my welcome, and I’d done my job. I started to dress, and Flavio didn’t stop me. He sat there with a satisfied grin as I slipped out and used the back exit rather than going through the restaurant.
When I got home, I checked my phone. There was a message from Jace from over an hour ago.
“Hole”
It was now way after 11, but I responded.
“I’m hole”
“Where were you hole?”
“Out”
“Did you get fucked, hole?”
“Yes”
“Pig hole! Who?”
“A waiter”
“Fucking swine hole”
“Yes”
“Come over”
“Now?”
“Yes, fucking stupid pig hole! NOW!”
“Ok”
I only lived 10 minutes on foot away from Jace so it wasn’t like he was far.
Flavio’s load was slowly dripping down my taint as I walked to Jace’s place.
His door was unlocked, his apartment dim, a faint light from his bedroom. I stripped down to my jock as was our routine before coming to his bedroom.
Jace was naked, hard cock in his hand, his laptop open. A small tube of lube next to it.
Jace didn’t even acknowledge me with words, just a little grunt.
He relinquished his cock to me and I gratefully sucked on it like it was the most important thing in my world.
“Slut hole, sit on my dick!”
I turned myself so I wasn’t facing him. And lowered my used hole over Jace’s cock.
He immediately smacked my ass around and saying all sorts of nasty things.
“Fucking pig hole!”
“Filthy whore!
“Locked slut”
“Manhole!”
“Dumb faggot hole!”
“Cumdump!”
Jace wasn’t running out of insults!
“All you are is a nasty fuck hole!”
“White trash hole!”
“Used cumbucket!”
“Useless dick hole!”
I took every insult in, knowing I was all of those things and more.
Jace pushed me off his dick and flipped me on my stomach.
His body smothered over mine and his cock found the wet spot between my ass and pushed back inside. Jace wrapped his arms around my torso and squeezed me as his cock continued to use my hole.
The insults stopped, but the disdain was still in the air. Using Flavio’s seed for lube, Jace’s cock was gliding and the audible sounds of cum slop were apparent.
Jace drove his cock deep inside me, fucking he frantically, tearing up my innards.
When he finally readied himself to cum, he squeezed me so tight I could hardly breathe. His ass was working hard, his cock so hard and fucking me even harder, sweat pouring out of his chest, his hot pot-breath on my neck.
Jace grunted and roared as his beautiful cock fed me with his load.
I am always so honored to be of use to this man. It is my duty.
Jace didn’t untangle me from his grip after cumming. He stayed up in me, and he gave me a piss chaser. I felt my insides swell with warmth as he filled me up with his golden treat.
Once he was done he muttered something about me being a “fucking piss bucket”, and let me go from his grip.
I quietly left his bed and dressed by his front door and let myself out.
It was now midnight and it was a work night.
I hurried home and immediately had to sit on the toilet. All that piss and cum had to expel at some point.
I slid into bed in my jockstrap and put the bedsheet over me.
With my eyes closed, I replayed the evening’s events in my head, the taste and smell of Flavio’s armpits, the fucking, the spitting, the insults. Then I thought about what Adam said for a minute. I decided I was doing what I wanted, what I needed, and if Adam didn’t like it, it was his problem.
As I drifted off to sleep, I muttered, “good hole”, to myself. I also thanked my locked cock for scoring me a new cock to worship.
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