Evil keyholder

G felt something in his ass for the first time, never had a medical visit in that prostate area either; it was painful inserting and pulling out, but very pleasant while dusting and moving ass and hips; a nice massage to the prostate were given, but the cage avoided the orgasm or anything like that.

Thursday is coming fast, but today is Tuesday and G was invited to a soccer match. No reason to renounce to play, G will have his shower as usual later at home. The match ran smoothely, a foul were made and a free shot had to be kicked. G usual is one of the “barrier men”, so he positioned himself following the ballkeeper instructions; “More to the right, no, left, left, then jump!”

The player kicked the ball, G jumped, and the ball was not that high, so it crushes on G’s dick. That was not the first time something like that happened, but, the sound was usually different… or maybe, there was no sound usually; this time instead, a strange sound came off G’s hitted body.

“When I jumped I smack my feets trying to stop the ball, that was the sound you heard!” was the not so probable excuse G’s brain was capable of coming with.

No one was talking about that anymore, the game proceeded and they proceed to win.

At home, during shower, was the first time G was watching with attention at his dick and the cage it’s into. No damages seemed to be occurred to the cage. Pain was a lot at the moment of the hit, but that is normal, with or without the cage. Testicles were colored a bit different than normal…

Thursday came, same usual procedure, the doorkeeper of Mistress M building was used to see G every Thursday at 7.

Crawling naked in the usual room had become an habit; but today G was “speaky”, and started telling about the soccer game and the little shock to the cage and the first reaction of some of the other players… then remembered about the rule on speaking if not asked to; G shutted up immediately. “Interesting, interesting: what do you feel after someone asked you about the strange sound? Did you feel humiliated or aroused? Were you honest with them or did you invented another pathetic excuse? Today you’re in the mood to speak, so talk to me!”

“I felt humiliated for the risk for the other to find out what is happening to me… but then I was aroused… I can't explain why… I invented an excuse by saying that the sound was originated by my soccer shoes” replied G, honored for the permission to speak.

“Another excuse so, interesting. And they heard a strange sound. Let’s hear other strange sounds so; come here, over this chair, ass up, knees and hands down, of course I did not ask you to sit normally!”

Mistress M proceed to the other side of the room, where many paddles of various dimensions were hanged at the wall. She picked one up, then backward to the chair.

“I like this game very much, you don’t know the rules so you must learn them, now: I will spank you on the right or left buttock. After each stroke, you must say ‘Left’ or ‘Right’ and then the number of strikes given to that buttock, then ‘thank you’; if, and only if the number is a multiple of 7 or it contains a 7, you will not say the number and add ‘may I have another?’ after the thanking. If you make a mistake, I will reset the count on that buttock; the goal is to arrive to the highest number you can in 10 minutes!”.

That was a very difficult game, and the number 7 is tricky. Numbers involved are 7, 14, 17, 21, 27, 28… but that is a different counting for each side, and G has to remember it!

The first strike was on the right: “Right, one, thank you”; “Right, two, thank you”; “Left, one, thank you”; “Right, three, thank you”; “Left, two, thank you”; “Right, four, thank you”; “Left, three, thank you”; “Left, four, thank you”; now both are at four, easy to remember… “Left, five, thank you”; “Left, six, thank you”; the pain was increasing, Mistress M was not gentle in any way; it seemed a long time bdsm experienced sub with no need to start easy, but G was a newbie… another strike, “Right, five, thank you”, G’s voice was trembling, “Left, seven, thank you”.

That was a mistake.

“Ohhh, you did it wrong… you should not say the number seven…”, an harder strike followed: “Left, eight, thank you!”

“Again? Did you understand the rules? You need to count back from one on the left side!”

“Sorry Mistress M…”

“AAAH! Right, six, thank you”; “Left, one, thank you”; “Right, thank you, may I have another?”

“Well well well, someone is learning here… ok, it’s ok for today. What are the scores on each side?” “Left one, Right seve…” G stopped; could he say “seven” this time? “Seven, it’s ok” continued Mistress M…

“How is your butt? Can we continue? Nod if you agree.” G nodded and they continue: “Are you regular with your feces?” G knows that in the contract they agreed not to play with feces and that kind of ‘scat’ materials… but nodded, to reply the Mistress. “When are you going to the bathroom? Same hour every day?” Another nod. “Tell me what’s the timetable about that.” “I go to the bathroom approximately always at 7:30 in the morning”.

“Oh, ok, so now go home and come back here tomorrow morning, before going to work, after you pooped.”

That was suspicious…

“But now, before you leave, since your record at the moment is 1+7, is eight, you earned 8 coins for the slot machine; “I have 8 chances to roll, to win a key, and then must be the right one… odds are very low, but it better than nothing…” thinks G while inserting the coins and wish for luck; 8 tries and one triple mouse icon and a triple star icon scores off: two keys gained, the first two keys!

Is G going to try open the cage now or at home? Is he ever going to try to open it or he will be so in love with this lifestyle to ignore even the right key? If the paddle game provides so much coins all in one session, will G the one praying to play that hurtful game to increase chances? The ass was red and almost burning, G couldn’s sit down for the rest of the evening… he went home with the keys, neither of those were the right ones.