Texts from Jace, my Keyholder, have been less frequent as the relationship with his fiancé has intensified. Once in a while I’ll get a text or he’ll ask for a cage check pic, but we haven’t hooked up in several months. It was decided weeks ago I’d spend the rest of 2024 in chastity, so celebrating Locktober is a non-event for me, therefore no specific reason for me to connect with Jace.
That all said, it surprised me just yesterday when Jace texted me while I was working.
“Yo, get you ass here by 7. Be ready”
Jace is a man of few words. His Big Dick Energy and massive God-like Black body demands utmost respect, and I have never, ever, in our years in this situationship said “no”, and I wasn’t going to start last night, even if it meant missing a work function.
“Yes Sir”, is what he expected to read, no further questions or correspondence needed. Of course I wanted to ask him where Bryan was, but it certainly wasn’t my business. I learned my lesson long ago not to ask Jace any questions as it only made him angry with me.
My heart skipped a few beats as the clock ticked closer to quitting time. I knew I was going to get fucked thoroughly and was looking forward to it. I zipped home in a jiffy and immediately began to ready myself, mind and body, for the fucking I knew was coming.
I decided on no poppers or toys that night. I wanted to feel Jace’s dominance over me without any assistance or enhancements. I wanted to be completely sober and alert for every single second. I selected a classic white jockstrap for the occasion, threw on some loose clothes and sauntered out the door and walked the short distance to Jace’s place.
Sometimes Jace leaves his door unlocked for my arrival. Typically, when the is is the case it means he’s in his bedroom already naked and I know to strip to my jock before entering his bedroom. This was the case last night. I could feel my heart beating fast in my chest with excitement and fear of what was to come.
I sauntered into the entry way of his bedroom, and there he was, the Black Adonis of a man in his king bed, naked, his back to his headboard, his thick legs apart, gay interracial porn on his huge smart TV, stroking his big Black dick with his right hand. Yes, I was staring in awe and watched him stroke for a few seconds.
Jace noticed my presence and immediately became a bit angered.
”Don’t just stand there, faggot, get on this dick!”
I hurried over to his bed and positioned myself flat on my stomach between his legs with my head in his crotch. Jace moved his right hand and placed it on the back of my head, not wasting any time.
“Open ya mouth!”
I opened wide and he forced my head all the way down his throbbing meat without giving a shit about my comfort. His other hand grabbed my chin and he began to move my head up and down, roughly, over his cock as I slobbered heavily over it. My chin hit his balls on each downstroke. I was becoming dizzy as he increased the pace.
Jace stopped and slapped my cheek.
”Get on ya back!”
I knew what that meant. Jace wanted my head off the edge of the bed on my back as he throated me with that big fucking dick. I had just two seconds to catch my breath while assuming this position and I opened wide once again. My gag reflex had been blown out by Jace’s cock years ago. The key is to breathe through your nose and relax your head and not to fight it. I felt that dick push into my mouth. It was full, it was firm, it was wonderful. Jace pushed down on my chest and flexed his hips and grunted as he filled my skull with his manhood. Our eyes locked for a second and Jace spit in my face while I was impaled. I was ashamed that I’d been caught looking at him, unworthy of the privilege.
Jace pulled out and I thought by then he’d want a go in my pussy, but he wasn’t done fucking my throat just yet. He had me sit upright on the floor, my back to the edge of the bed so I could not pull away and I was stuck as he pummeled my mouth over and over again, his palms placed on each side of my head, covering my ears. The phlegm and throat goo was literally flowing like a river down cheeks and chin, soaking my chest. It was rough and brutal but that’s what I love about Jace. He goes for it. He takes what he needs.
“You’re still the best cocksucker I ever trained. Fuck yeah, boy, I’m gonna flood ya mouth. Here it comes faggot, gonna give you my nut!”
I greedily swallowed Jace’s nut and like a squirrel to a nut (pun intended) I devoured the sacred seed of the most sexy man I’d ever serviced.
Jace’s erection partly deflated, but I knew his majestic dick would become fully erect in minutes. He wasn’t done by any stretch of the imagination. I knew that. There was a hunger in his eyes.
After seeding my throat, Jace calmed down for a minute. I walked to the fridge to bring him a beer and he told me Bryan had been gone for work for three days and he needed to get off. My throat was so wrecked when I finally spoke my voice cracked.
“Happy to be of service, Sir. Thank you for texting me.”
Those were actually the first words I’d said in an hour as my mouth had been fully occupied. I don’t think moaning over cock counts as words, do you?
After Jace chugged his beer his eyes reverted back down to his dick and his fingers pointed downward.
”You need instructions, faggot? Get me hard, I’m gonna breed that pussy!”
At this point Jace was sitting on the edge of the bed so I kneeled before him and once again took him into my mouth. He pushed my head off for a moment and slowly poured some of that beer over his shaft and then pushed me back down on it. I enjoyed the flavor of beer and cock and in this position, every time my nose hit his bush I inhaled deeply. My asshole was beginning to tingle in anticipation of taking this dick into my rectum.
With Jace’s erection fully established, he lifted my mouth off of him, and I thought he was gonna throw me on the bed and stick it up in me, but not yet. Jace placed my lips right on his right nipple and through the coarse hairs on his chest, I latched on and licked, chewed, tongued, and then I did the other one. Jace then lifted his arm up and I was swiping my tongue into the thicket of pit hair while once again taking in his musk, my hole now in full quiver mode. I was becoming intoxicated by his smell and his brutal strength, his body, just being completely in a submissive head space. My cock was leaking I was so turned on.
Jace smashed the back of my head to the mattress with his foot, my ass up and with all of my throat goo still coating him, Jace drove his fuckstick down to the base right up my backside. I groaned not from pain, but from the relief that the itch in my ass had been sated. All eight plus inches of thick dick began to spear me. I’d seen many TimTales videos of poor faggots taking it roughly in the ass by big dicked tops, and now it was my turn. I began to encourage Jace, “Yes Sir, please fuck me, Sir! Ohhh Yes!”
Jace slapped my ass a few times and gave me the deep dick down that I was hoping for. Ultimately, Jace removed his foot, grabbed my hips to raise my ass up to a preferred position and fucked into me even harder, the loud clap of his hard body smacking mine. It was a beautiful symphony, in the background, similar fuck noises coming from the screen in his bedroom.
Jace flipped me like a rag doll into my back, his strong hands pushing my ankles back to really open and stretch my pussy as he continued to growl and grunt fucking the daylights out of me, spitting in my face several times, and I opened my mouth like a good faggot to taste and swallow it.
Jace grabbed me and stood up while I was still impaled on his cock and we moved away from the bed and he placed me on my back in the floor. I raised my hips up and he fucked me like a pile driver, my cock was drooling as in this position it was like a deep, deep dipstick. My pussy was so open, and from all the fisting, there was no give.
”This pussy is so loose, such a faggot whore. Feel how my dick slides in you, boy!”
I honestly couldn’t tell if Jace was shaming me or congratulating me, but my conflict was resolved in his next statement.
“Ohhh fuck, this pussy feels so good. So good!”
My ass was continuously in use for over an hour and Jace was sweating profusely, as was I. I loved feeling his sweat drip on my body and any that hit my face I was happy to taste. I wanted to take all of Jace’s fluids inside me, to feel and taste all of his masculinity. To demonstrate my respect and show honor to this man.
Jace pulled me up and my head rushed from being ass up and ass down for so long. Jace pushed me now back on my chest, my ankles dangling off the edge of the bed, legs together. One of Jace’s arms now on each side of me as he pushed back inside and as I gripped his wrists I squeezed my ass tight and began to fuck back on him.
”Ohhh fuck faggot. That’s it. Ride my dick. Fuck yeah…”
I was in such a frenzy, my cock spewed and I had a body shaking full on assgasm. Jace pushed my ass down and angrily deep dicked me once again. I felt his body over me tensing up and his cock stiffen inside me even more. He grunted like a bear, roaring loudly as I felt his cock jumping, jets of hot seed filling me up inside. I squeezed my ass tightly again and milked out his load, my cunt swallowing up everything his balls could produce.
Jace rolled off of me and onto his back. I knew what to do, I went and cleaned him off with my mouth.
When I finished Jace slapped me hard across the face.
”Did I tell you to cum, bitch?”
I was stunned I didn’t answer.
”Answer me! Did I give you permission to cum?”
”No Sir!”
“No, I didn’t. You’re lucky I’m too tired to beat your ass. Now get out of my house I gotta go to work tomorrow.”
I left him in bed and saw him turn off his TV. I quickly dressed and walked home.
i texted Jace a little later thanking him and apologizing, and while I hoped he’d respond, he did not, and hadn’t today either.
In the meantime, all day today I was in a fantastic mood, my asshole singing from the deep dicking. There’s something about being completely and thoroughly used, mouth and ass, that makes me smile.
