I met Him, Jace, my Keyholder almost 8 years ago online. A bull of a man, a Black God, standing 6’4”, a developed body from years of working in construction, upper 40’s now, always sporting a form of facial hair, hairy chest, and a big thick dick of over 8 inches of beauty.
For the first few years, there were many hook-ups. Fairly vanilla stuff, I’d blow Him, He’d breed me. I was always the submissive, Jace, always the Dominant. As we became more unguarded with one another, we began to discuss our sexual desires. He was always open about fisting boys, His pleasure in BDSM play (inclusive of impact play), but there was one box He had yet to check, and that was to hold the key of a locked faggot. When I shared that I had always been intrigued by taking a fist, being the sub in BDSM play, as I’d had many experiences being tied up, shackled, whipped, slapped, paddled, flogged, etc., but I had yet to try locking my dick in a cage.
Soon, Jace and I explored some chastity cages online and psychologically, I’d already determined my dick was useless, and so we took the plunge together. We purchased my very first cage almost 6 years ago. We started with a relatively inexpensive device. As soon as Jace placed it on me, it felt right. Jace immediately said, “You see, this is the way it should be. I’m a man, I have the privilege of touching my big dick whenever I please. You are less than a man, you are a faggot. You don’t get to touch your little cock until I authorize you to do so.”
There was something in His words that resonated deep inside me. I didn’t argue with Him. I was in violent agreement. It seemed the final piece of finding myself had been uncovered, (or literally covered). Jace began to stroke His dick in front of me, taunting me that I couldn’t play with myself. He laughed maniacally at me as I sat on a chair and watched this beast of a man stroke himself. He was getting off on the power dynamic, as was I. The more He pleasured himself, the hornier I became. A switch flicked on inside of me. Jace had me kneel before Him and he painted my face with his superior splooge, followed by a chaser of swallowing His sweet and sour piss.
i never felt so completely satisfied. I was now reduced to serve as a sperm deposit for this Man.
We agreed that the first lock-up would be 5 days. We began on a Sunday and were to meet again Friday evening. The saying, “you get what you pay for” is quite accurate. I found the device to be somewhat uncomfortable, and perhaps a little too big, it also pinched me in several places and sleeping became unbearable. Even with all of that, I was determined to make it through 5 days of erection denial, and I found myself in a horny arousal after day three. A constant buzz, my hole becoming hungrier and hungrier by the hour. It helped that Jace would tease me several times a day. He’d send me dick pics and call me a faggot, texting how much he’s enjoying playing with himself and how I’m not worthy of doing the same, that my cock is where it belongs, etc. I liked that Jace was enjoying this experience, and his engagement made these first five days much easier, mentally.
By Friday, I left work and went home. As I was cleaning out for some ass play with Jace, my locked dick was leaking pre-cum, strings of clear fluid dripping. Before this, I barely leaked even a drop. My balls felt heavier.
I was in a very randy state by the time I made it over to His place. When I went down to suck His hardon, I was in that subspace already, I swallowed His shaft down to base, and was eager to show Jace just how hungry I’d become. Jace bent me over the sofa and ate my ass out, fondling and lightly punching my balls. Then He stood and put His dick in me and I nearly shot my nut. I learned quickly that not playing with my penis while getting fucked gave me the freedom to enjoy the sensations in my anus. Everything felt amplified times 100! I even asked Jace to put his hand inside me that night and that’s when my balls unloaded. Seeing me in this state, Jace ejaculated inside me, then I was unlocked.
In a week, I craved to be locked again, but this time I went and bought a serious cage, full metal. It was heavy, and secure and snug enough. Still a little punching, but not quite as bad. I handed Jace the key, and we decided to double the time to 10 days. Again, in a couple of days, the horny buzz took over, and I was just in a constant state of wanting dick. Jace loved seeing me like this and even approved other guys to fuck me to feed my new appetite. It was a huge sexual awakening for me. Throughout the ten days, day and night, Jace was actively engaged, taunting me with his big dick again and degrading me. I was seriously getting off on the fact that he was stroking himself and every other Man around me had that prerogative, and I did not. As the days went by, I accepted my faggot identify. This is who I’d become.
Jace and I met again on the 10th day, and the intensity of our sex was incredible. I’d had a couple of assgasms as he fisted me and once again I was on fire. Jace gave me three loads that evening as He was saving up his pent up sperm for our session.
I was unlocked for about a month. Jace was traveling for his job. I’d been playing while he was away, even with toys. I found that I was touching my cock all the time, distracted during sex, getting fisted, etc. and once I’d cum, my interest to engage in more sex diminished after the orgasm. And the sex was nowhere near as intense as when I’d been locked up.
As soon as Jace returned, I begged him to meet me so I could hand over the key. We talked about a full-month this time. The motivation was the knowledge that my sexual encounters would be better, I’d be more focused on my partner, on the sensations in my asshole, and that I wouldn’t loose interest in continuing after I’d shot a load.
That truly was the best month of my life. I also discovered I loved to show off my cage at the gym. I loved “checking in” with Jace every day so He could see my caged cock and he’d return with a pic of His erect bull-dick. I loved seeing in writing when I was called His “faggot”. Jace would dare me to take pics in different places and if I was unsuccessful, I’d get punished (impact play with a purpose isa true delight).
And that’s how it happened for me. Each time a longer period. Better quality cages. It’s important to know I was allowed to unlock for hygienic reasons. To shave down pubes, rub some ointment/lotion, etc. These were all under His watchful eye, and timed. That added to the submissive experience for me.
So here we are, July 2, 2024. Jace no longer checks in with me every day as He has a steady boyfriend and is engaged to be married, but he remains a willing participant in our dynamic. We still get together for fun sex hook-ups, sometimes with his partner, sometimes not. I thank Him for showing me the path to find my true, authentic self. I don’t even think about life unlocked. I can’t imagine going back to that life and the boring mediocre sex I’d had. I’m always in a horny haze, I’m always thinking every time I see a Man that I cannot touch myself as they do, and it makes me feel good. The physical sheath covering my shaft is a constant reminder of my faggotry. This is the way it should be!
