My Keyholder

I texted Sir Jace as soon as the plane landed., “Sir, I am back”.

“Text me when you’re caged”

I retrieved the Cellblock from my luggage after baggage claim and found the nearest men’s room. In a stall, I set the cage back on my cock.

“Sir, It’s back on”

Then I heard the click, as Sir had used the app on his phone to remotely seal me.

“Boy, come directly to me. Do not go home”.

“Yes Sir”

25 minutes later, I knocked on Sir’s door. 

“Come in, boy”, I heard through the door.

Sir Jace was in a wifebeater on the sofa, no pants, stroking his BBC.

“Suck!”

I knelt before my Keyholder and hungrily accepted his throbbing cock into my faggot mouth. Sir laid back on the sofa, hands clasped behind his head, exposing his hairy pits, and giving off a musky aroma, as his eyes closed and I devoured the gift I was honored to receive. Sir Jace must have been edging for awhile because it wasn’t long before I deep throated him and I was fed a fresh load of sperm. I felt his cock pulsating in my throat as his cum flew out of his slit straight into my gullet. I swallowed eagerly, not missing a drop.

Sir Jace held my head down tightly as he stood up, using both hands, and then I was given a chaser of his urine. I swallowed in intervals keeping pace with his output. When he completed his golden deposit, he removed his hands from my head and used my open mouth to shake off his penis.

“Go shower, boy. And clean yourself well. Use the shower hose”.

I rose from the floor and stripped in the bathroom, and ensured I was cleaned inside and out. When I opened the bathroom door, Sir Jace was laying in his bed watching interracial porn on his flat screen. A poor young white boy’s ass was being pounded out by Champ Robinson. The boy was on his back, legs raised up by holding onto his ankles, and he seemed to be relishing in every deep stroke.

“Hands and knees,boy”, and Sir Jace patted the mattress with his hand. I got up on all fours and Sir Jace dove into my cleaned out pucker, and began to rim into me. His tongue delving deep into my innards, his scruffy beard like magic sending me into a frenzy of ultimate pleasure.

Champ had flipped the white boy onto all 4’s and was really slamming into him now. Sir Jace removed his wet face from my cheeks and plunged his hard cock deep inside me, emulating the action on the screen. “Take my dick, boy”, he growled as his strong hands grasped each side of my hips, his large head protruding through my entrance with every single stroke. Sir Jace was so hard, it was like a steel rod pushing through my guts.

When Champ began to unload directly into the boy’s ass, Sir Jace began to shriek, “take…my…nut…boy…ugh….ugh….”, and rope after rope of his seed coated  my rectum. I squeezed down hard to milk out his balls. After pulling off, I spun around and instinctively lapped up Sir’s majesty, finding stray bits of his seed embedded in his pubic hair and balls.

Sir laid down on the bed, his head propped up on a pillow. My head rested on his pec as I gently stroked his chest hair. “Welcome home, boy. I’ve missed you”, his hand now rubbing my bald head.

“Thank you, Sir. I missed you, too”.

“Master Jay texted me and said you served him well. I can still see his discipline on your ass and upper back. Does it hurt?”

“No Sir. It was my pleasure to endure his wrath. I begged him to thrash me harder”.

“You’re unbelievable, boy. What am I going to do with you?”,as I nuzzled on his nipple. Looking down, his cock was still partially erect. I reached down to stroke it. “That’s nice, boy. Mmmmm” Sir moaned. It was a tender moment between us.

The scene on the tv had played out and Sir reached over to the remote to shut it down. Sir Jace raised his arm over his head and I took that as an invitation to slide my tongue through his armpit, tasting his salty sweat and inhaling his masculinity. My hand never left his cock, my closed fist barely able to clasp around its entirety. I moaned into his pit, expressing my glory. My cock began to throb in its trap. I wanted so badly to rub my nub on the mattress, or against his thigh, something or anything to feel some friction. I would be denied, and the feeling passed as I reminded myself of my station and my locked predicament until next year.

I looked down at Sir’s cock, “it’s so beautiful, I love your cock, Sir”. Sir laughed slightly, “I’m glad you enjoy it”. “I dream about this cock all day and all night. Serving this cock is my purpose, Sir.”, and I began to kiss it, from tip to base, showing Sir what was in my heart through my lips.

“Sir, may I please sit on it. I want to feel you inside me, please Sir”. He nodded his approval. I slobbered all over his cock, knowing I was still quite wet from his initial load. I squatted with my back to his chest and sunk myself down to his balls, and began to swing my hips up and down, I felt a little like a gymnast in this position. I was able to control the depth and the pace to maximize my pleasure. I had no intention of an assgasm as wearing the Cellblock had made this possibility non-existent. Other than dribbling out copious amounts of pre, I hadn’t orgasmed in well over a month, since Sir allowed me a few days of cock freedom. I closed my eyes and began to yell out, “oh yes, oh fuck, it feels sooo good, Sir. Ohhh yeahhhh”.

As I squeezed down once again, Sir pulled me into a bear hug so my back was now resting on his hairy chest, and he began to buck his hips up inside me, the pace growing faster and faster, his squeezing me harder and tighter…and I felt his body tense and as he shot his next load inside me, his body convulsed and he bit down on the skin of my shoulder blade…hard, and released his teeth as his orgasm subsided.

I fell back onto him, the strength of my body gone, and Sir remained inside me as he hugged me. We fell to the side, and drifted off to sleep.

It was a work night, we slept soundly until sunrise. At some point during the night, Sir’s cock slipped out of me. I wanted to taste his morning nectar, so I found my way under the covers and wrapped my lips around his soft dick and made a tight seal. Without much coaxing, Sir quenched my thirst, emptying his bladder completely.

I soon found myself sucking his cock to life and within a few minutes, his erection stood at full mast as I slapped it across my face. Feeling it’s heaviness and strength. Sir pulled me up and pushed me down flat onto the mattress and found my gape. Lying flush on top of me covering me with his warmth, Sir slowly thrust his cock through me as I moaned into his hairy forearm. A slow rhythmic fucking ensued, and with a slight moan, Sir completed injecting me with his first load of the morning…followed by a second smaller emptying of his bladder, and he kissed the back of my neck and nuzzled his scruffy face into my ear, “good morning, boy. Sleep well?”

“Ohh yes Sir. I did.”

He rolled over and popped on the morning news as I got out of bed to expel, brush my teeth and bring Sir his morning coffee. Afterwards, I showered and shaved, kissed Sir good-bye and made a quick stop to my place to drop my bag and dress for work.

What a wonderful welcome home. I could get used to that!