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Sorry to the readers that I never did get a chance to re-write the previous chapter. You would have learned that Sir Jace subjected me to CCBT to earn freedom from chastity. While it was rather painful to go through it, in the end, I got what I came for, and that was to be free from the metal cage after almost 4 months!

After several weeks of jerking off fiendishly, I knew I needed another time out, another locking up period.  Also, I was craving it. I enjoy being under Sir Jace’s control. It also gave me a reason to see him. Since I had been unlocked, I hadn’t seen him much. That needed to change.

My mind wandered at work, I wasn’t focusing on anything but getting locked up once again. I texted Sir Jace, “Sir, I need to see you”. He wrote back, “you need to see me, about what?” I replied, “Sir, I need to be locked up again. I can’t stop thinking about anything else”. He replied, “selfish fucker. What are you going to do for me?” I replied, “whatever you wish Sir, please. I’m begging”. “He replied, “so pathetic.  You come by tonight around 7 and we’ll see if you’re worth my time”.

I knew I had pissed Sir Jace off by requesting my freedom from his control, but I was going to do whatever I needed to earn him back. I went home, baked him some chocolate chip cookies, cleaned out well, and walked over, putting myself in the most humblest of moods I could muster.

Sir Jace answered his door in jeans and a black leather vest without a shirt. I could see his thick curly chest hair, and his exposed biceps. He looked pissed off and pointed inside and said, “come in if you must, boy”. He looked so fucking hot. Memories of his short cropped beard scraping against my smooth face and ass emerged in my mind. He barked, “well boy, why are you here?”.

I placed the plate of cookies on the coffee table and said, “Sir, I made these for you”. He looked me at me sternly in the eyes and said, “I’ll ask again boy, why are you here?” Nervously, I replied, “Sir, I miss you. I miss the cage.I want to be locked up again, Sir. Please”

He stood over me and lifted my head up to catch his gaze, and he spit right in my face. He said, “boy, you wanted to get out so badly. Now you need it so badly. You’re fucking confused! He slapped me hard across the face and walked away. Then he returned, holding in the palm of his hand the metal cage. It captured my attention. He held it in front of my face and said, “I’ll give you back the damn cage, but you better understand this. The cage doesn’t come off again until I decide. It’s not up to you. This time, I own you, boy. You got me, boy? You hear me!” I whispered faintly, “yes Sir Jace, I understand.” He slapped me again and said, “boy, you say it like you mean it!” And I yelled, “I understand, Sir!”

I dropped go my knees and began to kiss Sir Jace’s feet, thanking him for taking me back under his control. He kicked me off him and said, “look at me, boy. I’m not just going to put it on you like that, with some goddam cookies. First I’m gonna fuck the living shit out of you. Make you remember who you think you’re fucking with”!

I had experienced all sides of Sir Jace, he can be extremely warm, tender, and funny, and at the strip of a dime, he can become cold as ice, and a mean motherfucker. (Like Diego, but Diego is never nice). Right now, I knew what I was going to get, and I had prepared well for it.

Sir Jace pointed to the bedroom and I walked inside. “Strip boy!”. I took off everything but my jockstrap. He pointed and said, “Off”! I pulled it off. Then he said, “on your knees, boy”. I got down onto the carpet and he removed his belt and pulled down his zipper and out came that fat black dick I missed so much. It was not hard yet. I opened my mouth, Sir Jace placed his soft shaft inside and I closed my mouth tightly. He held his cock there squeezing my head down onto it, and then I felt a warm steam of piss flow down my throat. Sir Jace saying “yeah, drink it up, boy. Take my piss”. I guzzled at the right intervals, and I was able to drink it all without spilling a single drop. Sir’s golden nectar tasted mild, he must have been drinking a lot of water, luckily!

Once he shook out his cock in my mouth he let go of my head and placed his hands on his hips. I took that as a signal to get to work. I knew Sir Jace doesn’t like hands involved when he’s blown so I placed them behind my back, and used my mouth to slide up and down his shaft, coating it wet as I felt him grow hard. I worked his balls, too. When fully erect, Sir Jace grabbed onto my ears and began to plunge deep inside my mouth. I controlled my gag reflex by breathing through my nose. My eyes began to water, the gurgling became louder, the slime more copious. Damn, I love getting throat fucked, feeling a hard long black dick raping my throat. So fucking hot! 

I could feel myself grow hard as I was receiving this oral assault and instinctively, I grabbed my cock and began to jerk it. Sir Jace pulled his cock away from me and yelled, “what the fuck are you doing boy? I didn’t say you could touch that dick of yours, did I?” I shook my head “no”. I knew I was in trouble. He slapped me so hard across the face I fell over. He picked me up from the floor by the arm and threw me up on the bed and demanded I get on my hands and knees. He opened his nightstand drawer and pulled out a set of cuffs. In seconds my wrists were bound behind my back. Then a swift smack on the ass, “that’ll show you, boy, who’s in charge. Your lucky I’m still gonna fuck that ass. You have no self-control, do you boy?” Then he grabbed his belt and began swatting my ass with it. I could feel it grow warm with each devastating by blow.

Sir Jace walked over to my head, kneeled in front of me on the bed and said, “open”, and he shoved his cock back inside. It was only semi-hard at this point.  He used my face to get himself hard and pulled out. Then he motioned with his fingers that I should spin around, which wasn’t easy with my hands cuffed behind my back. Sir Jace didn’t bother to rim me, instead he spit into my crack and rubbed his hard cock in it. Then once he found my hole, he pushed inside using only his spit as lube.

I yelped so loud I thought for sure I’d wake the neighbors. He reached down and pulled on my balls and said, “you keep it down, boy or I’ll rip off your worthless nuts!” Feeling the right grip he had on them, I didn’t want to test him. I hit down on my bottom lip hard, stifling the monad as I was severely deep dicked, hard and long, with occasional swats to the ass. Sir Jace used my cuffed wrists as a handle, my head buried under a pillow to keep me muffled as his fuck stick continued to drill inside of me. Sir Jace didn’t seem in any hurry to cum as he fucked me for what felt like an eternity. He shoved his dick deep down to the balls and began to spin his hips around scraping the walls of my insides. That when he said, “I’m gonna open you up good tonight, boy”.

He pulled out and went back to his nightstand. He pulled out a bottle of j-lube and a fresh bottle of Locket Room poppers. He removed the plastic wrapping from the bottle and threw them on the bed. Then he popped open the j-lube and poured some on my ass.  He unscrewed the poppers and brought them to my face, he said, “inhale deep boy, you’re gonna need it tonight”. My eyes popped open wide, and I got very nervous, but I did inhale like my life depended on it.

I heard Sir Jace pour some lube onto his hands and he began to probe my hole with his fingers. He was easily inserting 3 fingers. When he went to enter a 4th, I began to struggle slightly. I felt like with my wrists bound, I couldn’t maneuver myself into a comfortable position.

Sir have stopped what he was doing and wiped his hands off with a towel. He walked away and came back into the room. My head still buried under the pillow at this point, I wasn’t sure what was happening. I heard some noises behind me and the next  thing I know, I feel him grab my balls and place the metal cock ring around them. He must have squeezed some j-lube into the metal sheath of the cage, because it slid over me easily, then I heard the snap of the lock. And like that ,I was locked up again, when I least expected it. I had the foresight to shave my balls and pubes, anticipating this moment. Next, he uncuffed me.

Then without saying a word, he started to lube his hands up. I was free to take more hits of poppers and he went to work in my hole. I began to relax, the 4th finger slid inside pretty well. He rocked his hand back and forth, wiggling his thumb slowly until all his fingers were in. I knew there was still more to come, this was just phase one.

I placed the bottle of Locker Room on my bottom lip, opened up, and inhaled. The fumes taking over me, and my hole opened up as I pushed myself back on his heavily slicked wrist. I felt his hand “pop” inside and I screamed, “oh fuck, yes Sir”. It felt so good to be stuffed so well.

I felt Sir Jace slowly pushing deeper inside me, approaching the second sphincter. Once again, I opened my mouth and breathed deeply. I relaxed, opened and pushed down, feeling the hand inside me. I was panting now, and it felt like I was gonna piss myself. I looked around and found the towel and as Jace began to slide his hand in and out of me, I began to piss into the towel!  That didn’t stop Sir Jace, he balled his hand up into a fist and began to slowly punch inside. I was seeing stars it felt so incredible!

It had now been about 30 minutes or so of Sir Jace playing in my ass to get to this point. I like that he takes it nice and slow, and opens my up gradually.  Sir Jace pulled his forearm out and said, “those lips look puffy. I’m gonna wreck that hole”. And he lived up both hands now, and he began to punch inside me one fist after the other. I was flying high on poppers and I had to piss again, further soaking that towel in my own urine.

My hole did feel wrecked. Sir Jace stopped punch fucking me and began to feel my hole and he said, “look at that deep, open, fucking tunnel! Fuck yeah! Get on your back boy”. He began to lube his hands again, and he told me to inhale good. He placed on fist inside me, and then he began to slowly push his other hand inside me. I pushed out, and both hands popped inside. I’d never been double fisted before and could t believe this was really happening. Sir Jace pushed his hands side to side, up and down, expanding me open even more.

Then he pulled out, at this point, it must have been over an hour of ass play, and he began to slick up his entire right arm. He got next to me and kissed me as he inserted his fist, and he kept making out with me until he was deep to his elbow. Then he rose up, put more lube on his arm and looked me in the eyes as he pushed deeper, he was in down to his bicep. I thought his hand would come through my mouth. I felt my entire body spasm, cum spewing out of the cage. I was panting and moaning, and trying not to thrash about. Sir Jace just held his arm inside and so slowly began to move it in and out. I could feel the swollen lips of my pussy stretch around his bicep. I was sweating profusely at this point!

Sir Jace finally pulled his arm of my ass and he spooned me and pushed his cock inside. He whispered in my ear, “that was fucking hot, boy. I wrecked that pussy boy hole now I’m gonna breed it”. The muscles in my sphincter were spent I could not tighten up, but Sir fucked my loose and sloppy hole until he shot a huge load deep inside me. I was so open, it leaked right out. I was spent, used, and exhausted. I felt like I could not move.

Sir Jace whispers in my ear, just sleep here tonight boy, you earned it. And he embraced me as we both feel asleep.

I woke up rather early since it was a weeknight and had to get home. Sir Jace was right. My hole was wrecked, and I could barely walk back home. But I went to work feeing a sense of accomplishment and pride. I was back under Sir Jace’s control, locked up once again, which was exactly what I wanted!