Stepping away from my series of stores that I’ve recently posted here, this is one that is based in reality. While I have created a character of Richie as a locked sub, in hypothetical scenarios with fictitious Doms, many of my stories are actually based on real experiences.
I am, in reality, a locked sub, and Richie is my real first name. I am nearing 50, and I do have Doms in my life that resemble Jace, Master James, and Sir William in some way, shape or form.
In my real life, I do consider myself a faggot and I’m proud of it. I love to show off my cage and actively seek opportunities to do so. I do wear my cage to the gym and yes, I do walk around naked. I should be clear, I don’t do it to hook up, although that has happened, I wear it because I get a thrill when men notice me wearing it. I do, in real life, have a keyholder, and yes, his name is Jace, and yes, he is a built Black man, but he’s not, in real life, as mean as I depict him in my stories. Jace encourages me to be proud of my faggot identity and has said, many, many times that modesty is an attribute of men, not faggots. It is with this belief that I wear a towel around my neck in the locker room, and not around my waist.
Am I the whore I portray in my stories? I suppose that is a relative term. To some, I’d be described as such. To others, they would deem me prudish. I’m probably somewhere in between. I get a lot of dick, and fists when I want them, but it is not as often as you’d think.
In real life, Jace is a partner in an international construction firm and does travel for business, sometimes for weeks at a time. Jace is my keyholder, someone who I submit to , and have for about ten years. We are in no way romantically involved, but we do enjoy an interesting dynamic. There are no ties. He hooks up with whomever he wants as do I, especially when he is away.
So it was one of those times when Jace was away and I was feeling frisky. As I wrote above, I have no problem showing off my cage in public spaces, such as the gym. The thing is, my gym is not very cruisy at all, so hooking up there is extremely rare. To scratch the itch, I decided to go to the local sauna.
I haven’t been there in quite a long time, but I was wanting to check it out.
I took a ride share over and paid the fee at the door for a locker and a small cabin for an 8 hour block.
The locker room is a communal, pretty open space and depending on the time of day and the day of the week, it could be busy or lonely.
At this particular time, there were three of us stripping at the same time.
I was not at all hesitant to take everything off and rolled the towel around my neck. The two other dudes noticed my cage right away, which, if I had to be perfectly honest, is what I hoped. One was gent in his late 40’s probably, pretty good shape, still had a head of dark hair, hairy chested, and the other was a much older man.
“Locktober?”, the younger of the two asked.
“Well, yeah, but I’ve been locked since last November.”, I said.
“Impressive.”, he said.
“Thank you, Sir.”, I said.
I didn’t stick around and linger, I decided to check out my cabin and walk around a bit, and yes, I wanted to show off my locked dick.
One thing I’ve learned over the years is that some guys are turned off by chastity, and that’s fine. To each their own, right? But, then there are others who are intrigued, or fascinated, or really turned on. What I love about cruising is the instantaneous reaction. You can see revulsion/repulsion on faces, and you can also detect the opposite. In my experience it’s usually a 60/40 split, with the majority in the repulsed/revulsed camp. I’ve grown accustom to kinkster shaming and it doesn’t even bother me anymore. I make no apologies for being my authentic self.
So I did a lap or two around the place to check out the scene and to determine potential play partners. While doing so, three men took it upon themselves to slap my ass cheek with the fairly large pig tattoo on it. Does walking around locked, exposing my ass translate to consent for an ass slap? Probably not, but I’ve also learned along my journey to the deepest depths of submissive faggotry, consent is a privilege that us faggots don’t enjoy. We serve at the will of men, whether it be a momentary slap on the buttocks or something more intense. It is this with this mindset I arrived to the Club even before I arrived.
I wouldn’t call myself the best cruiser that ever lived, but I’m not the worst either. I’ve been around long enough to know how to get men’s attention. I strutted around slowly, nearly naked other than that towel around my neck to get some men excited to be with me. Once I’d hooked one, I’d reel him back to my cabin for some sexy fun.
For me, looks are not as important as a man’s attitude and the vibe. The last of the three ass slappers was certainly my type. I didn’t exactly walk away when his hand made contact with my butt. He was tall, somewhat muscular, light trimmed hair on his chest, probably near 50, bald but thick beard, dark menacing eyes. His posture was erect and his snarl exuded confidence. Like he had the right to slap me simply because he wanted to and I was there for the taking.
I let him slap me a couple more times in an open space as a few men watched. Then I turned around and nodded my head for him to follow me. And he did.
I used the key I had wrapped around my wrist to open my cabin door. There was a small bed, a little table next to it, and hanging on the wall was a lube dispenser and a small tub of condoms.
“Boy, what’s your name?”, he asked when I closed and locked the door.
“It’s whatever you want it be, Sir.”
“You mean if I want to call you asshole, you’d be ok with that?”, he asked while laughing.
“My keyholder already calls me pig hole, so I’m used to being called whatever comes to your mind, Sir.”, I answered.
“Well then I’m gonna call you asshole because the first time you made a loop around here it was clear you were looking to get your asshole fucked.”
“Oh yeah?”, I said while placing my hand on his growing cock under the white towel.
“Fuck yeah”, he said. That snarl on his face was back, the one that drew me into him just moments before.
When I leaned in to kiss him, he waited until the moment before our lips touched before placing his hand behind my head and pushing me downward until my knees hit the ground.
“Take my dick out, asshole!”, he demanded.
I undid his towel and it dropped to the floor. Between a thick bush of dark dense wiry hair and two pretty big balls hung a sizable shaft. It was cut, and definitely a grower, not a shower. Just with a mere touch with my fingers, the shriveled flesh began to harden and grow instantly. I wasn’t expecting almost eight inches of dick meat to form from what I was working with, but magical things sometimes happen.
“Nice cock”, I complimented before licking the head like a lollipop. I teased it, licking gently, feeling its warmth in my hand, begging for my mouth to take it in.
“You gonna suck my dick or what, asshole?”
I didn’t respond verbally. I took my hand off his shaft and replaced it with my lips, sliding it over my open tongue until I let the head through to my throat passage. Every inch of that man’s dick was down my throat. I locked my lips and slowly pulled my head back before slamming it back down all the way.
Up and down my head went falling in lust with this cock before me. The man attached to it seemed to be enjoying my oral talents immensely, telling God how great it felt and how amazing my mouth was.
“Let me see your ass, I wanna fuck you so bad.”
I rose from the dirty floor and bent over the small mattress. The burly man squatted, spread my ass cheeks and buried his beard in my trench. His tongue was delightful, swirling around my ring and darting inside, preparing me for his fuck tool.
After a few minutes, he stood, squirted some lube into his open hand and covered his meat, not even bothering with a rubber or asking if I preferred using one. Men like this guy, they take, they don’t ask. They know what they want, and know that faggots like me will give it to them. This man had me pegged from the moment his hand smacked my ass.
My cunt hole was filled with Alpha dick, finally making me feel useful and fulfilled. With every hard thrust and smack on the ass I was serving my purpose.
“Fuck! Your ass is so good on my cock! Take it, bitch!”, he demanded.
My head fell into the hard mattress, my back arched, ass up, arms forward, hands gripping onto the edge as the man, who never identified himself because he didn’t have to or want to, used my fuck hole for his pleasure. Growling like a bear all throughout, he buried his throbbing dick as deep as he could go. The growling transitioning to deep guttural grunting and I felt his cock stiffen inside me. I knew he was close, he was gonna seed me.
“Ohhhhh fuuuccckk!”, he groaned and with one final and hard push his member exploded like a volcano, spewing hot cum deep up my ass.
When he pulled his dick out, I quickly spun around to finish the job, opening my mouth and using my tongue to savor the gift of his Alpha essence. Satisfied I’d completed the job, the top simply patted the top of my head as a small gesture of appreciation. He wrapped the small white towel around his waist and disappeared, leaving me there on my knees with a dripping and loose hole.
It was euphoric to be used like that. Cock is like a drug when it’s used right and can induce this organic high. I needed more. I didn’t want to come down. No, not yet.
I stood and left the the towel in the room, on the mattress, closed and locked the door and went back on the hunt. I’d taken maybe a dozen or so steps when I felt a gush of semen flow out of my hole, dripping down my exposed sack and the back of my hairless thigh.
“Oh well”, I thought to myself: I had no shame about it. I wore it like a badge of honor.
Once again strutting around only in my black Cobra cage, or cheese grater, as real life Jace calls it because of its design.
On the second floor were a couple of open rooms with three slings and two fuck benches. Most were in use and some guys were standing around either waiting for their turn or watching the action.
I was curious to see whose legs were in the stirrups so I inched closer. Another locked fag, twink looking guy in his 20’s, stereotypical blonde, blue eyed, his hands thrown back, the look of absolute bliss on his face as a big hairy daddy stuffed his hole with his fat dick.
I wasn’t paying attention when a hand touched and squeezed my left cheek and a finger found my wet hole.
“Somebody’s been busy”, a voice whispered in my ear.
I hadn’t turned to see who it was just let.
The man took to his knees right there in front of the small group and ate my hole out. His rough whiskers burned my creamy smooth ass as I pushed more seed out and he gobbled it up, even used his tongue on my balls.
Then he stood behind me again and fingered my ass. I still hadn’t even looked at him.
“I love sloppy seconds. Can I fuck you?”
“Yes”, I hissed.
That’s when I turned around and it was the older man from the locker room. The one I barely paid attention to. He was 5”8, 175, thinking white hair, thick white mustache, a carpet of white chest hair. I never would have suspected him to carry a nine inch dick in his hands, but there it was.
“Was hoping to run into you”, he said in a sweet voice.
“Well, here I am, daddy”, I said.
“You locked boys are always so easy, you know that.”, he said slyly.
“That’s the point”, I said.
“Come on, there’s an open sling over there. I wanna fuck you in it.”
That’s what I love about bath houses. Men are more direct in person and unlike online apps, there’s an authenticity that is missing behind a screen. There’s connection or there’s no connection, and you know instantly.
At that moment, I was very connected to this older gent’s hard cock. I held it like a leash as we walked to the empty sling. Before mounting it, I bent over to taste it, to feel its heft as it grew even harder between my lips. Maybe daddy was using a dick pull, it was solidly brick hard for a man almost seventy. I didn’t care, I was going to benefit from it.
I placed my body into the sling and my fucker put my feet in each stirrup. I’d covered his cock with plenty of throat juice and my hole was wet. Daddy rubbed his stick up and down my crack, teasing me. Then he stepped back, spit right into my ass ring and gave me what I wanted, nearly taking my breath away. I was truly impaled with every inch right up to his balls which were already high and tight.
Some guy wearing nothing but a leather vest and a cock ring walked up to me and placed a bottle of amyl under my nose and that really had me spinning out, and I begged the older man to pound my pussy out. Not only did he oblige, he pushed his nuts into my gape and fucked me even more.
It had been a long time since a man stuffed his nuts into me at the same time as his dick, but I was loving it. My cage was leaking now, that dick was hitting me in all the right spots to churn up my balls.
There were now a few men gathered around the sling watching me get railed. I think the stimulation was too much for this old man, and once someone stood behind him and started to twist his nipples, he started to flood my fuck hole. Remarkably, he came twice in just a couple of minutes, and also remarkably, my hole felt like gallons of jizz was bloating my insides. The old man pulled his balls and his shaft out of me and my hole squelched. I was far too gone on a poppers induced high when it was all over and this guy vanished into the crowd. I wasn’t able to thank him for the gift he planted inside me.
The very same leather vested guy who filled my head with vapors took his turn, savoring the seed pouring out of my used pig hole with his talented tongue. Once he’d had his fill, he paid it forward, shoving his dick right up my ass and filling it up again for the next guy.
This went on for three more rounds, fuck, fill, rim, fuck, fill, rim, fuck and fill. I’d lost track of who was dicking me down and eating my ass as I became more delirious and less aware of my surroundings with every passing minute.
I needed to take a break. My legs were getting stiff and I also felt like I needed to hydrate. I dismounted the sling, grabbed my towel and headed to the shower room to rinse off. Afterwards, I made my way to the bar and was happily surprised when Gatorade was on offer.
I stood next to an empty bar stool, naked, and sipped on the refreshingly cold beverage while watching some twink getting nailed by an older stud on the screen.
The bartender, a very handsome, mid-twenties, hairless, built boy straight out of Sean Cody central casting, took notice of my dick cage.
“I see more guys wearing cages this year.”, he volunteered.
“Yeah, I know”, I said. “They say chastity is the kink of the year.”
“Most guys do it for Locktober”, he said
“It’ll be just about 11 months for me. I do enjoy Locktober, but it’s more than that for me.”
“Damn! Seriously man. 11 months. That’s wicked. How do you do it?”
“Honestly, I don’t even think about anymore. It’s like wearing underwear or socks to me.”
“Don’t you miss your dick man?”
“Not really. I get more out of working other guys’ dicks. It makes me much more focused on them.”
“I’d go ape shit if I couldn’t touch my junk. I guess your tops must love it.”
“They do and so do I.”
“Hot. So you finding any fun today?”, he asked.
“Yeah. I have a cabin and had some fun there, but I just left the sling. I had some guys fucking and breeding me, it was pretty hot. I needed to take a break so here I am.”
“Sounds like a good time. I’m stuck behind the bar until closing tonight so I don’t have time to play.”
“Do they let you play with the customers?”
“I don’t do it all the time, but as long as it doesn’t get in the way of tending bar, nobody says anything.”
“That’s cool. I’d imagine a good looking young stud like you gets lots of action working in a place like this.”
“I get my fair share, but I just don’t overdo it.”
“Smart guy. Not me, once I get one dick, I can’t stop until I get more. this cage makes me crave dick 24/7. That’s why I’m here!”
“Damn, that’s hot. Wish I could fuck you right now, but I don’t think fucking at the bar is a good idea.”
“Probably not. If you get a break later and you’re in the mood to get off, I’m in room 8. No pressure though.”
“Cool.”
Just then another customer walked up to us. A red headed man in his 30’s, stocky, thick red beard, ginger hair all over his chest, green eyes. Probably 5’ 10” or 11”, 200#. He appeared like a former defensive end on a college football team.
“Am I interrupting something, fellas?”, he asked in a very straight presenting deep baritone voice.
“No Sir”, I blurted out without thinking.
He turned in my direction and gave me a once over full frontal body scan. When his eyes connect with my cage he froze.
“Nice man. Does it hurt?”
“Only when it tries to get hard, otherwise no.”
“Fuck…wait…what? What happens when you’re sleeping? Don’t you get morning wood?”
“No. The cage prevents me from getting hard so I don’t get boners anymore.”
“Damn, that’s so faggy! No boners! Why the fuck would you even do that?”
This guy was hot, but I didn’t like him at all. Fucking cocky bastard!
“I don’t owe you an explanation of anything. I don’t even know you.”, I said calmly.
The bartender interrupted.
“Hey stud, what can I get you?”
“Rum & Coke”
Once the bartender turned his back the red headed stud turned back in my direction.
“Hey, weren’t you the faggot in the sling just before?”
“Yeah”
“Dude, that was hot. You left before I could fuck you.”
“Sorry bro, I needed to take a break.”
“I can see why man. Those guys fucking fucked you hard dude.”
“Yeah, they did.”
“You must have a fuck ton of spunk up in you.”
“I do”
“Did you rinse out?”
“Not my butt, no”, I offered.
“So you’re still full of jizz?”
“Probably”
Just then he started openly rubbing his dick.
“Can I fuck it?”
“Here?”
“Hey buddy!”, the red head shouted to the bartender.
“Yeah, you need another?”
“No, hey, is it ok if I fuck this guy in here?”
“I don’t care, just don’t jizz on the furniture.”
“No, I’m gonna breed this slut.”
“Have fun!”
“What makes you think I’m gonna let you fuck me, bro?”, I said.
He started stroking his dick and it was definitely wearing me down. Thick, hard, sizable…I had to have it.
“Because you can’t keep your eyes off my dick.”, he said.
“I’m not sure I like you, but that doesn’t matter, I do like your dick.”
“Show me”
I took to my knees and placed his erection into my mouth while others at the bar watched. It tasted even better than it looked. His musky odor was making me even more aroused.
I finally stood up from the floor and bent my ass over a barstool. I reached behind me and stretched my ass cheeks wide open.
“Fuck man, your hole is fucking gaping man”, he said before sliding his cock right inside.
“Ohhh fuck man. Your hole is so wet.”
He was right. I could hear and feel the slop sloshing around in my guts as this brute pounded my ass out in front of our small audience. Cum was gushing out of my hole while I was being taken. A few swift swats to the ass ensued before he grabbed a handful of ass flesh, his body tensed, he roared loudly and took himself to climax, flooding my hole, more than replenishing the seed that had escaped.
A final hard swat to my backside, his body shook, and then the pullout.
“Anyone else wanna get in this ass? He’s pretty sloppy.”
He just offered up my ass to these guys without asking me first! WTF!
“Yeah, I’ll jump in”, some distant voice said.
My fucker held my head down with one hand while his other forearm rested on my back, holding me in place while the new fucker mounted me from behind. This was a thin and long pencil dick as I call them, my hole was too loose to grip this particular cock, and so slick that it was gliding in and out of me like a dip stick. His forehand joined the other one, increasing the pressure on my back. Other hand slapping my left butt cheek.
“Breed this fucker’s ass. Give him another load bro.”
I was in no position to object. I put myself in this predicament and wasn’t exactly protesting or complaining. I took it like a champ and let this complete stranger blow his nut into my booty.
“Anyone else?”
I recognized the bartender’s voice.
“I can go, but it has to be quick”, he said.
“I don’t think he minds”, the guy holding me down said on my behalf.
The bartender’s cock was big just like him. He must have been edging himself for quite some time because he lasted only two or three minutes at most and loaded me up.
“Fuck man. I couldn’t hold back. His ass is so sloppy, haven’t fucked an ass that wet in a long time”
“I really don’t think he cares. Don’t even worry about it.”
The guy let me go and I immediately stood upright to get the blood flowing back as it’s supposed to. I put a couple of fingers in my hole and checked for myself. These men weren’t kidding, I was very full of cum.
I drank the rest of the Gatorade and headed back towards my cabin. I just wanted to lay down for a bit to recharge. I’d been there for several hours and had several more to go,
I must have nodded off for an hour or so and when I woke up I decided to rinse off again. When I stood, a fresh gush of cum poured out of my rectum. Damn, I was still full of seed!
After rinsing off, I decided to check out the steam room, as I hadn’t even been in there yet. The steam was on full blast and it was very hazy at first. I could barely make out bodies sitting along the perimeter of the cozy room. I felt my way to an open spot and sat down between two men. The one to my left was big and burly, a hairy bear. To my right, a leaner, taller man. I couldn’t make out faces distinctly, but he was bald and the bear had thick curly hair and a beard.
When I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to relax, I was startled when a hand groped my thigh. It was the bear’s, when I looked downward. his hand rubbed my thigh and inched higher and higher. I didn’t stop him from feeling me up, but when his hand connected with my cage, he abruptly got up and left. I guess he thought I was a top that might fuck him. It happens.
Minutes later, the bald guy did the same, rubbing my thigh, but then his hand started to move behind me, wanting to feel my ass. I lifted myself up and his finger slipped inside me.
“You’re so wet”, he whispered in my ear in a British accent.
“Yes”, I agreed.
“Have you been naughty?”
“Yes Sir.”
“How many loads did you take today?”
“I don’t know, more than 5, maybe 10.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes.”
Two more fingers joined the first, giving me a nice stretch.
“You like that, do you?”
“I do, Sir.”
“I can tell. Your hole opened right up for me.”
“Mmmm hmmm”, I groaned, lifting myself slightly up and down on those three fingers.
“Ever take a whole hand?”
“Yessssir”, I hissed.”
“I might have guessed judging by how you’re taking my fingers. You want my hand inside you?”
“Yesssir”
“Not in here. Not enough lube, although your hole is very, very wet, isn’t it?”
“Yeah…I have a room.”
“Do you now?”
“I do”
“Was hoping to get my paw into some willing hole today. I’ve got some fisting grease in my locker. Which room are you in?”
“Eight”
“I’ll meet you there in a few.”
I decided to purchase a bottle of fresh poppers before heading to my room, I stood by the open door waiting for this guy. I couldn’t wait to see him clearly.
He was very hot! A well-kept short light brown beard, dark brown eyes, hairy pecs and a treasure trail leading down to a trimmed bush. A towel just wrapped below the bush line, I wondered what he was packing under there. In his hand was a small tub of Elbow Grease.
He kissed me in the doorway and we slipped inside the cabin and he closed and locked the door behind him.
We continued swapping tongues as he fell on top of me, my back now flat on the mattress.
His fingers pulled and twisted my right nipple which was making me crazy.
Then he glanced downward and looked into my eyes.
“I love fisting locked boys. So hot.”
I didn’t say anything, I didn’t need to. I wanted him to fill me with his hand. I’d taken all that dick already, I wanted a wild finale.
I pulled my legs back and grabbed my ankles, exposing my hole.
“Ohhh you’re an eager one, aren’t you?”
He opened the grease and rubbed it all over his right hand. As he started to finger my hole I opened the poppers and took a good hit. Nothing beats that first hit of a new bottle, and immediately I felt myself grow warm and my hole was tingling. I was ready pretty quickly.
“Put it in, please”, I begged.
“Fuck yeah. A hungry hole!”
A well greased hand closed into duckbill form and slid in slowly. As his hand sunk in deeper, my ass lips opened and stretched around his fingers. Just at the precipice of pushing his hand all the way through, I took a second round of deep hits and nodded my head that I was ready for it.
His hand was sucked into my rectum and it was glorious.
“Ohhhh yessss”, I hissed.
I wasn’t really planning on taking a fist that afternoon, but one thing led to another, and there I was, legs spread, taking this paw.
My fister left his closed hand inside me for a few moments before his fingers probed inside me, searching for the pathway to further depths. I closed my eyes and held my hands behind my head, relaxing my entire body, allowing this man to dig his forearm deeper, just about halfway to his elbow.
That was probably far enough for me without true chemical assistance, but my pussy does enjoy a good punch out. After a third hit, I pulled my legs back further and begged for it.
“Punch me, Sir! Wreck it!”
This forearm pulled back and almost all the way out of my tunnel before it was punched right back inside. Like a slow moving locomotive, a closed fist busted into my innards, always stopping way beyond the wrist, faster, harder, faster, harder, making me nuts. It was a tease. I was craving a blow out.
“Come on man! Fuck it up!”
It is true when they say be careful what you wish for. I’m hard pressed to remember a time when a hand delivered such devastating and remarkable blows in rapid fire succession. My groans reached a fever pitch, octaves I hadn’t hit in years were reached, quicker, harder, and I was at the edge of a momentous assgasm.
“Don’t stop! Please!”, I was begging with all of my heart.
My fister growled, matching my groans knowing he was doing something special. I felt my hole spasm and my body shook as he brought me to this place of nirvana, and my cum was pouring down my Cobra cage, volleys spilling as my balls emptied.
After this wild experience of intense and epic heights of pleasure, my body fell slack. I had reached this place of utter serenity. My ears were ringing. A wide smile grew on my face. Every problem in the world didn’t matter in these precious moments of zen.
My fister pulled his hand from my hole and laid next to me.
“That was fucking awesome! You came so hard. I’ve never seen anyone cum like that! Fucking hot!”
I was too relaxed and stupid to respond. I let this man spoon me and I felt safe and secure in his embrace.
I felt his breath grow heavier on my neck and he fell asleep. I followed him in slumber there after.
Being fucked and taking loads was very fun, but taking this man’s fist, well, that was miraculous!
We slept for quite awhile and when we awoke, cell phone numbers were exchanged and we were anxious to meet again.
I’d learned his name was Mike. I really liked Mike.
I hope he calls me to play again sometime soon.
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