Since Jace, my Keyholder, and Bryan, his fiancé broke up, I’ve been his personal cum bucket. Before Bryan appeared on the scene, Jace and I had socialized together at the local gay bars and would have characterized our relationship as friends with benefits. Once Bryan and Jace became serious, Jace’s interest in me waned. There were occasional trysts when Bryan was away. One thing remained constant, the chastity cage covering my dick. That was something Jace and I still shared, a dynamic that persevered through their time together.
When I first wore Jace’s cock lock, he was adamant about daily cage checks and would ask me to take pics at work in the restrooms, or even pics under my desk. Nightly checks before bed were always demanded. Soon these requests became more daring; outside in public, in my car, on a bus or train, and I was given time frames to take them.
If I failed the assignments, punishment would come in several forms. Early on, wearing a cock cage was torturous. Jace would add days or weeks to my lock-up period. Once Jace learned that I preferred wearing his cock lock, that form of punishment meant nothing. Instead, Jace tried other methods. I was submitted to severe floggings, whippings, paddling, or canings. I grew to enjoy those forms of punishment, too. Jace, being the mastermind that he is soon learned that the most effective way to punish me was to withhold his cock from me; to ignore me.
Once Jace found Bryan, our dynamic really did change. I was ignored for months at a time completely disregarded. It felt different to me in that Jace’s intent in the past was an overt action on his part to leave me in desperation to see him again, to service that cock again. When he met Bryan, his time was occupied with someone else. I wasn’t even a thought in his mind, which was a different type of disregard.
So, now here we are a few weeks post-Bryan and I have become part of his orbit once again. He even shared me with his friend the other night. It feels like we’re picking up where we left off a few years ago.
And, like a few years ago, Jace has become interested in engaging in these cage check dares again. Just out of the blue, on a Sunday, I was playing pickleball and Jace demanded that I snap a pic of my caged dick within 5 minutes of his text. If I didn’t comply, no dick for a week. Luckily for me, I wasn’t on the court and found a large tree, pulled down my shorts and snapped a pic and sent it off.
Two hours later, I was at the grocery store and he demanded another picture within two minutes or no dick for a week. I found an aisle that seemed quiet, looked around me, and snapped a pic and sent it off.
“Where you at?” Jace asked.
I responded I was at the grocery store.
A moment later, a Jace sends me a pic of his engorged cock and says, “if you want this, go to the restroom now faggot”.
I left my shopping cart nearby the men’s room and texted I was there.
“Lick the urinal and take video. I want to see your tongue work.”
I looked at the gross urinal full of loose pubic hairs and it smelled awful. Then I looked at Jace’s cock pic and I couldn’t imagine my life without it.
I took to my knees and positioned my phone so that he would see my tongue scraping the inside porcelain of the urinal. I let the video run for 15 seconds as I swiped my tongue up and down in different parts. The taste was tangy, acrid and disgusting and I almost vomited.
I sent Jace the video and seconds later he responded.
“Good faggot”
I was proud every time he called me a good faggot, and it made the entire experience worthwhile .
I left the store and went back to my place to unload the groceries and brush my teeth and gargle.
“Where you at?”
This was becoming a game to him. It wasn’t usual for this to go on like this more than once a day.
“Home”
“Strip naked. Go in your hallway take vid. Walk for 60 seconds. Now!”
I was going to tell him “no”, that this request had crossed the line. I couldn’t do it.
Jace must have known I was contemplating this dare. He sent me two more dick pics, one with a full frontal body shot. Fuck, how could I resist that. Also I thought about the other faggots in the world that wouldn’t hesitate to do anything to move in on Jace. I couldn’t chance it.
I stripped naked wearing nothing but the cage. I opened the front door and hit the button on my phone to start rolling the video and for sixty seconds I paraded the corridor praying nobody would see me. It was just about 54 seconds in when a door opened and one of my neighbors caught me bare-assed as I retreated to my open door. I hit the sixty second mark and closed the door behind me with the neighbor shouting she was going to call the cops and that I was a pervert.
I sent the video to Jace immediately and my body trembled hoping the neighbor wasn’t going to follow through on her threat.
About 90 seconds later
“Good faggot. Come suck my dick. Now.”
I put some clothes on and left straight away to suck Jace’s dick. I was walking in the street as he only ten minutes away.
My phone pinged again.
“Take a dick pic now and send it to me.”
I was in the street with other people now. WTF!
“Do it now or go home. No dick for you.”
I pulled down my sweat pants and snapped a pic very quickly and sent it.
“Do it again, it’s blurry”
“FUCK”, I said outloud.
I stood to the side as people were passing by and I hoped nobody would notice. I turned away, pulled down my sweats a second time and made sure the picture was clear. I pulled up my sweats and sent the picture.
“Good faggot. Hurry up”
I jogged the remaining distance and made it to Jace’s place out of breath.
Jace was sitting back in his recliner with his dick out, throbbing in his right hand.
“You earned my dick today, faggot. Did you have fun? Just like old times. I forgot that you’ll do anything to worship my cock. Show me how much you want it.”
The old Jace was back. He’d been a mono-syllabic communicator for two years barely saying a word to me. Now he was very chatty.
I pulled off my shirt and met him in his recliner. He sat up and brought my head down into his crotch.
“I can’t believe you licked a urinal faggot. That’s gross. I wonder what else I can make you do to earn my dick?”He laughed and pushed my head down even harder. “Hopefully you washed your mouth out when you got home pervert, haha”.
Jace let go and I was gulping for air choking and wretching as he held his entire wood down my throat. I also felt a twitch in my dick thinking about what other depravities Jace had in mind for the future, knowing I would do just about anything to have the privilege of choking on his big Black cock.
“No need to get all choked up, faggot. Get back on this dick. That’s what you came for. Show me how hungry you are for your Master’s cock”
I regrouped and regained my composure. No dignity, no pride, I gobbled down on his prick like it was the last supper. I rubbed my face with his cock and balls wanting to make sure his scent would be left on my beard. I slapped his cock against my cheeks and pushed it down my throat again. I looked up and watched Jace watching me worship him. I feel humbled in his presence, inferior in his aura of masculinity.
Jace stood up and held one of his hands to each side of my face, covering my ears. There was so much salvia pooling outside my chin and cheeks as he battered my throat relentlessly.
“Oh fuck yeah. I never get tired of fucking your faggot mouth. Get my cock nice and wet.”
I was drooling everywhere. My face flushed, my eyes so watery I could barely see straight. Jace used my face like a fleshlight bobbing my head up and down, up and down, up and down I thought my neck would break. When he was finally ready to unload he gripped one hand on my chin and the other the back of my head and when he shot his load, his tightened balls were resting in my chin. I could feel his cock twitching and jumping, hot volleys of cum flying out of his balls, out of his cock, and down my throat. I accepted all of his sperm deposit. I felt my own cock release a small load in its cage.
Jace pulled off and sat back in his recliner.
“Good work faggot. You can go now. Don’t fret, you’ll get more my dick once you earn it. Hahaha.”
I thought about the pics at the park, in the grocery store, licking the urinal, video in the corridor, pic on the street…doing all of these things allowed me to suck Jace’s dick and swallow his load. It was well worth all of it, and I’m sure Jace will come up with even more creative ways to make me earn the privilege of worshipping his cock. He knows me by now, I have no resistance to HIM.
