My Keyholder

The text from my Keyholder came Thursday night just before I’d fallen asleep:

“Boy, I’ll be home tomorrow. Clear your schedule for the weekend. Be at my place tomorrow at 7pm”

My locked cock ached trying to harden in its tight cage after reading that text. I had begun sleeping with either a jockstrap or briefs to keep the Cellblock from flopping around all night. I lay in my bed with my arms crossed behind my head, on my back, cock tucked away in a jock, now eyes wide open, so flustered and frustrated. I hadn’t cum in over two months, and I know I’m getting closer to the new year, but Sir Jace has given me no indication of when he’d unlock me other than to say “next year”. It was becoming torturous. I closed my eyes, and I began to focus on my mind about my purpose. It was becoming more challenging each day to keep myself in faggot mode. Eventually, I fell asleep.

Waking up the next morning, I brewed myself some coffee, pissed, showered and shaved and went to work that any other day, only this time I knew I’d be with my Keyholder tonight, and likely for the weekend. But I’d come home after work to prepare and pack a weekend bag.

The day dripped by as it does when you’re mind is somewhere else, but eventually it became 5:00, and I needed to leave. I went home, cleaned out, and packed my essentials in the event I was to be staying over and off I went.

Sir Jace greeted me with a warm bear hug and we made out like school kids. We broke our embrace and Sir poured us some red wine and he patted the couch to sit beside him. We sipped our wine and he began to stroke my shoulders and thighs, “so boy, how have you been?” I told him I was fine and asked about him, and we beat around the bush at not so important topics until he says, “I’ve had you locked up for over two months now. How’s it going for you? What’s it like?”.

“Sir, I won’t lie. This has been challenging for me. Sometimes it doesn’t bother me, and I really enjoy it, the way it makes me feel. It’s a constant reminder of you, as my Keyholder, and a constant reminder of my place. But then, there are times like just last night when I want so very badly to beat off before going to sleep. The urge to just let one go hit me hard last night.”

“Thank you for your honesty, boy.” And he kissed me and fed me some of his spit before we took more wine and he asks, “are you saying you wish to be unlocked?”

“No Sir, I’d never ask you to unlock me. First of all, I remember how that got you so angry last time, and secondly, I want to honor and respect you. You said it will be next year, and next year is almost here. Just a little longer, right?”

He saw right through my attempt to get him to commit to an unlocking date and chuckled, “well, yes, next year is just around the corner, isn’t it? But I should keep you locked up just a little longer for trying to be so sly with me, shouldn’t I?” A gentle slap across the face and another chuckle, and another kiss, and another swig of wine.

“Sir, whatever you wish”. He had me at the first kiss, I love the way his bushy beard feels against me, his thick muscled black body covered in fur in all the right places. I’d do whatever he wants, I melt when I’m near him.

“Well, if that’s the case, I’m going to take what’s mine tonight. But first, I want you to tidy up. You haven’t shaved your cock in almost two weeks and I don’t want to see a bush down there”. He grabbed my wine glass and placed it on the glass table, and as I walked down the hallway towards the bathroom, I heard the Cellblock unlock.

I went about my business ensuring my crack, balls, and pubes were completely hairless, and returned to Sir who was now on glass number two of wine. “Let me see!”

I walked over and he placed his hand on my balls and rubbed them, then lifted them, then I turned around for an ass inspection. I had passed his test, and he handed me the Cellblock and I placed it back on quickly before I grew hard from his manual touches, and he looked me in the eyes and pressed the app on his phone and we heard it lock. Likely that would be the last time Id be unlocked this year.

“You’ve been such a good boy tonight.” And we continued to drink, cuddle, and talk. I had begun to undo his shirt buttons to expose his chest, and I began to kiss and suck on his pecs and nipples, and to drink in his scent. I almost lost my shit when he took his shirt off and placed my head in his armpit. I inhaled deeply as his musk permeated my nose. “Mmmmmmm” I moaned, taking him in, and then using my open tongue to swipe his pit clean. And then I did the other one. My cock was leaking through the jock once again, trapped, tortured.

Sir took our wine glasses to the bedroom and had me follow him there. “Boy, let me have some of that ass”, so we 69’d. He was on his back my asshole in his face as I leaned down to take his 9” uncut down my throat. I was seeing stars already his tongue in my crack, lightly biting my rosebud, it was loosening quickly.

Sir stopped after we’d been at it for an eternity and said, “boy, don’t move”. He got up from  the bed, brought over a tub of j-lube and a bottle of poppers. He laid back down on the bed and resumed probing my hole with now lubed fingers.

He asked me to inhale, and I took some deep hits as he lubed up his hand. He held his forearm straight up and said, “push down and ride my fist”. I took more hits and slowly sunk down on his open hand, until it popped inside. I began to slowly move myself up and down before he closed his fist, and I began to shout out, “oh yeah, oh yeah”, and he said, “there’s my hand puppet. Oh fuck yeah”.

I began to ride up and down now much harder and felt my hole stretch over his wrist and down his forearm and expand. It felt just exquisite as I was in control of the depth and speed.

My thighs were getting a bit tired in this position, so he had me get onto my back. He fed me his cock while he wrecked my hole with his fist. It was awesome to have a cock down my throat while my hole was being worked over.

Abruptly, Sir Jace pulled off my mouth and ass, and then spun around and sank his cock inside my loose gape. I held my ankles up and high and Sir Jace jutted his hips hard, burying his meat deep in me before he unloaded.

Fuck, that was awesome I thought to myself. We lay in bed again, finished off the bottle, and then Sir spooned me from behind, his erection slipping inside me easily. It was a slow, sensual, second round and my Keyholder squirted his second nut deep inside me.

With his cock up in me, Sir fell asleep, as did I.

I’ll write more about my weekend with Sir Jace. Let’s say I didn’t necessarily need to bring clothes as I was locked up and wearing nothing more than a jockstrap for the entire weekend!