Straight Stud Gay Keyholder Part 1

Author: bdboyuk
Title: Straight Stud, Gay Keyholder, Part 1.
Date: 27 December 2008

Straight Stud, Gay Keyholder.

Chapter 1.

“What the fuck is this?” I exclaimed, gingerly fingering what appeared to be a silver cock and balls.

“That, my unenlightened hetero friend, is a Steelwerks Extreme chastity cage.”

That was my mate James, and that was the conversation which has lead to 6 months of frustration for me and whole lot of fun for him. With hindsight I would say it is entirely my own fault for opening my big gob, but hindsight is a wonderful thing and never worth debating.

I have known James for years. We met at secondary (now High) school. He supported me through drama classes and I helped him escape cross-country running. Once school was done we went our separate ways, expecting to never see each other again, but fate was having none of it and thrust us together time and time again. He changed my mind about Labour in 1997 and I tried (unsuccessfully) to change his mind about Hooters being a good place for a sophisticated lunch. We both got our PA’s pierced on his 21st birthday. He introduced me to my wonderful wife, and he was there as my best man at the wedding. He was there to help clear my stuff out of the marital home when I found out my wonderful wife was being wonderful in bed with another man. And he was always around when I wanted to go on the pull. But I digress; this is about the present, not the past. But it’s important for you to know I trusted James more than any person I have ever known, and still do, even in my situation. OK, so here’s how it started...

It was Saturday. We had been in the gym for about an hour when James decided there were no cute boys to ga(edited) at and that he was going shopping. I wanted to do another 30 minutes on my arms which he said was a good idea because I was getting bingo wings. (I wasn’t, by the way. We are both in great shape; he was just being a bitch.) Anyway, we agreed to meet for a few beers after he had done his thing and I had done mine. Well, a few beers turned into an all day session in several bars in town until we somehow managed to find our way back to his house. This was not unusual since I broke up with my wife. I had used his place to crash while I found rented accommodation and still spent most of my time either slumped on his big comfy sofa using his laptop to whack off to porn or out dating cheap women for easy sex.

Once at his the whiskey started flowing and that is when I spotted this bizarre looking model of my favourite parts.

“What the fuck is this?” I slurred, picking it up and being surprised at the weight and detail of the cold metal object. I turned it around and around, amazed at the beautiful craftsmanship of the delicately curved cock and shiny round ball underneath.

“That, my unenlightened friend (big word for this late in the evening), is a Steelwerks Extreme chastity cage.” He replied. He got up from his chair and stumbled over to me, throwing himself down on the sofa and reaching over to take the object from me. He started to explain the various intricacies of the item: “This, obviously, is the tube where the cock goes. That is connected to the ring at the top which you wear rather like a cock ring. Finally you have the ball cage which connects to the underneath of the ring. The whole thing is then closed up with these little screws...” he pointed out the tiny screws with an “S” in the end.

I was fascinated. “But can’t you just slip out the back of it?”

“Well, no. You see, that’s where the PA piercing really comes into its own. There is a hole underneath the tube through which you place this lock,” he held up a smooth, shiny item in the shape of a slightly elongated padlock, “and that goes through the PA piercing and the end of the tube, locking it firmly in place.”

“Wow...” I held the whole and felt it warming in my palm. “The weight is incredible. Surely it couldn’t be worn for very long?”

“Actually, you’d be surprised how comfortable it is once it’s locked in place. Come on, the only way to truly know is to try it on.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me upright.

“What? Fuck off! You’re not coming anywhere near me with this thing!” I laughed and pushed the device into his hands. “Anyway, I have a date tomorrow afternoon and I have only jerked off twice today so will be ready for another one in a bit.”

“You are such a coward! Come on, you big lump, let’s get you ready and I’ll pop it on for half an hour so you can see how exciting the feeling is.” He was insistent, and I was drunk, so the warning siren going off in my head was drowned out by the pink elephant marching band passing through.

“Oh go on then.” I shrugged my shoulders and drained my glass. “Umm...what do you mean by getting me ready?”

“Just a quick trim of any hair down there, to make sure nothing gets caught in the screws or hinges. Come on, upstairs bathroom...” and he pulled my arm behind my back in a half-Nelson, laughing.

“Jawhol, mein Herr!” I laughed back and goose-stepped my way up the stairs, which is difficult when you’re pissed. He laughed again and slapped my arse when we reached the bathroom on the second floor.

“Right, jeans and boxers off, let’s see what we’re working with here.”

I stumbled when I kicked off my trainers and struggled with the button fly on my baggy jeans so he gave me a hand. Once off, there was just the thin cotton of my boxers covering my cock and balls. He gripped the waist band and in one swift movement I starkers from the waist down. I wasn’t embarrassed about my state of half-undress – he had seen everything enough times in the gym showers. I waggled my nice-sized cock at him and said “now that’s what a real cock looks like, fairy-boy!” He gave a little smile and knelt down to inspect my bits.

“I like how you keep everything neat and trimmed down here,” he said as he knelt down in front of me, “there’s not much trimming needed at all. I’ll just shave your balls with a razor and we’re done.”

I had no time to argue before he reached over to his shaving stuff and brought out a disposable razor. He quickly moistened the area with a little hot water and after a few scrapes my balls were completely devoid of hair. “Very smart” he said, standing up again, “but you appear to be enjoying my attention a little too much.” I looked down to see my cock in a semi-hard state. Flustered, I imagined Anne Widdecombe in a peep-hole bra, and my cock obviously deflated rapidly.

“Right, I think we’re ready. Let’s head up to the attic where I can fit your new cock and balls properly.” He gave me a little shove and we walked up the flight of stairs into what is usually a locked room.

“I’ve never been up here mate – did you get a conversion?” I asked as he turned the key in the lock.

“It’s a work in progress,” he said, turning the handle and opening the door, “but it’s nearly done.” He flicked a light switch on the wall and several small spotlights illuminated what looked like machinery or tool benches. Some planks of wood appeared to be leaning against the far wall in the shape of an “X” and there were other things I couldn’t quite make out in the eerie light. “Come on in, and you might as well lose that t-shirt now too. You look like a twat with it on and nothing else.” He gave me a shove and I laughed, pulling my t-shirt up over my head and handing it to him. “Good, now let’s get you sorted and I’ll go and grab the device.”

He gently guided me to the wooden “X” across the room, picking up a couple of leather straps on the way. He turned me to face him and started attaching the leather straps to my wrists. They fastened with a buckle and a couple of steel rings dangled from the edges. I was about to ask what they were for when he reached up, pulling my right arm upright, and quickly fastened it to the top of the “X”. He swiftly did the same with my left wrist so that now I was firmly held with my hands above my head. At this point the alarm bells actually started ringing.

“What the...?” was all I could manage to stammer before he gently placed a hand on my chest and muttered a soothing “Sshhh...” He continued to stroke my pecs, down to my six-pack, which did calm me down. Then he knelt down and attached buckled straps to my ankles, locking them firmly to the bottom of the “X”. I was now completely immobilized, stretched against a wooden cross, and naked. He stood up and stepped back, as if he was admiring a piece of art. I suddenly felt like meat in a butcher’s window and started to struggle against my bonds.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he said as he turned to leave, “I’ll be right back with your new cock.” I must have been in shock, because instead of shouting for him to let me go, I just nodded and relaxed into my restraints, feeling the stretch in my shoulders and thighs and quite enjoying the slight breezes playing over my nipples and balls. He wasn’t gone for more than a minute, but during that short time I actually started to enjoy my predicament and had closed my eyes to play out erotic scenarios behind my eyelids.

“Does this thing ever go down?” He asked, reaching out and stroking what was now my fully engorged cock. “It’s going to have to in order for it to fit in the tube, you know?” He grinned and walked to a small hand basin on the wall. I heard the sound of water filling s container, then he turned back to me. He was holding a jug full of water which he proceeded to throw over my groin, shocking me with the sharp cold of it and making my cock shrink back to its normal flaccid state. I gasped and struggled again, but he just laughed and reached for the chastity cage. I stopped struggling and just watched, fascinated, as he slowly took all of the pieces apart and put them on a small table to the side of him. “Here we go then...” he said and took my cock and balls in one hand and the shiny steel cockring in the other.

I took a deep breath and held it while he fitted the cock ring in place and tightened it with a screwdriver. He hummed gently as he worked which took my mind off what was happening. Next he took my balls and held half of the now dismantled steel balls against the back and placed the other side on the front. He checked to make sure there was no skin or stray hairs caught between the two halves, then tightened the screws on the bottom and attached it with another screw to the cockring. My balls had now disappeared from view and had been replaced with cold, hard steel. The thought of it excited me and I had to try very hard not to allow my cock to become erect again. I could feel him fiddled with the head of my cock and realised he was removing my PA ring. Once done, he placed my ring on the table next to him and picked up the steel cock tube. Smiling to himself, he put a drop of lubricant on my cock and wiped a little around the inside of the tube, then he slowly slipped my cock inside the tube until the end was flush with the cock ring. I gasped again, more in amazement of what was happening that from the feeling of cold steel enclosing my cock. He looked up and smiled but said nothing. I simply nodded and he tightened the screws, locking the tube to the cock ring. Finally, he took the PA locking device and gently slipped it through the hole in the end of the tube, through my PA hole and out the other side. He again screwed it in place. It was finished.

He took a step back and smiled, folding his arms and looking me up and down. I again tested the limits of the restraints holding me. I wanted to see my cock and balls and told him so.

“OK, here you are...” he walked away and moved a frame in front of me. Turning it, I could see myself reflected in a mirror – only in a way I could have never imagined. There I was, tightly stretched to a wooden cross, completely naked apart from leather wrist and ankle restraints and, where my glorious cock and balls should have been were alien-looking silvery steel genitals. “You look great!” he said, and actually part of me had to agree. But it wasn’t enough – I wanted to feel it!

“Please, let me go so I can touch it, I want to see how it feels!” I begged. For the first time in my life I felt completely submissive and controlled. James walked up to me, stroked his hands down my chest and firm stomach to where my cock should have been. I groaned and twisted in my bonds, while he laughed and gripped my now steel-encased nuts. “Please...” I muttered through clenched teeth.

“I will let you go from the cross, but from now on you will obey my rules, understand?” he spoke quietly but firmly, sending a shiver through my body. What the heck, I thought. I will do anything to get off this cross and enjoy my state of chastity for a few minutes before it comes off.

“Sure, whatever you say!” I agreed. He nodded and I heard the wrist restraints being unlocked from the top of the cross. One by one, my arms fell to my sides, heavy from their time being stretched above me and from the leather restraints still attached. I waited while he unlocked my ankles from their position and I slowly moved my legs to a more normal standing position. Finally, gently, I allowed my hands and my eyes to explore my new genitalia.

I touched my balls first. I have super-sensitive balls and when I’m jerking off there are always the first thing I play with to really get me in the mood. I couldn’t feel my nuts. I could feel nothing except the steel encasing them. I gasped and looked up at James who was casually leaning against the wall with his arms folded and a smile playing on his lips. I kept my eyes on him as my hands explored the hard steel of what should be my cock. I looked down and found myself increasingly turned on by my exploring hands finding nothing but hard metal where hard meat should be. My cock was trying to assert itself in that metal tube but the steel was unyielding and kept my semi tightly in check. Damn, I was horny!

“Come downstairs for a drink and we can discuss what you are feeling” James said, and turned to leave the attic. I looked around for my t-shirt, remembered I handed it to him when we entered the attic, and asked him where it was. “You don’t need that now” he answered, and switched off the lights. I followed him through the door and down the stairs. As we passed the bathroom I glanced inside for my jeans but they too had vanished. I walked naked except for the restraints and chastity device down the second flight of stairs and stood awkwardly in the doorway to the lounge. James was pouring two fingers of whiskey into our glasses and turned, handed one to me, and sat himself in his usual chair. He watched me for a second and then motioned to the sofa opposite him. “Sit down. We need to talk.”

His words hung in the air as I walked to the sofa, keenly aware that my arse was on show to him and suddenly feeling very vulnerable. I turned and sat, placing my drink on the table next to me and placing both of my hands in my lap. They met the steel of the device again and reminded me just how horny I was feeling and how impossible it currently was to do anything about it. It also occurred to me that I was still wearing those leather restraints and, looking down, attempted to unbuckle them. It was then that I noticed the little padlocks keeping both of them firmly in place. Stunned, I looked further down, past my fascinating new dick and bollocks, and confirmed that the ankle restraints were similarly secured. I glanced up at James who was smiling at me like the cat that has got the cream. “They stay on when you are here” he said. I gulped but said nothing, only nodded to confirm I had heard and understood.

“Now, tell me what you are feeling Dean.” He was calm and composed whereas I felt like a bag of bones, my nerves shattered and my mind jumbled. “Take your time; just say whatever comes to mind.”

I took a deep breath, held it, and let it go, my chest heaving and heavy. I could feel a prickle of sweat escape from every pore which made me shiver. I closed my eyes, tried to think, and began talking: “I don’t know what I am feeling. I am excited and nervous, incredibly horny. I have never felt like this before. It’s like I have been hypnotised or drugged...” my eyes shot open and looked at James suspiciously, for the first time since I knew him I was suddenly afraid of him. “Is that it? Have you spiked my drink or something?”

He laughed and shook his head. “Christ, no! It doesn’t take drugs to experience what you are feeling. It’s a combination of a few things; anticipation, the sense of not knowing what will happen next but wanting to find out, sexual arousal but with no possibility of release except at the whim of another man. Put another way, you are feeling complete...submission.” This last word seemed to echo through my brain, settling in my head and making itself comfy. “You will grow to love that feeling, to feed on it, and it will help you in the months ahead. You see, Deano, I have been planning this for a while, since you split up with Trisha in fact. I have watched you fall on one trashy slut after another, always hating yourself afterwards but never learning what drives you on to the next one. I will help you learn.”

“What the fuck are you talking about mate?” I yelled at him. “I’m not queer. I thought this was just a bit of fun?”

“It will be fun, for me mainly, in the beginning. I know you’re not queer, this is not about sexuality, only sexual pleasure. But you must know the rules first before we can move onto step 2” he got up and poured himself another drink.

“Hang on, what was step 1?” I asked.

He looked me over and said “You’re wearing it.” He motioned towards my groin with his free hand and took a sip of his whiskey. “Step 1 was taking away your ability to fuck, your ability to get a blow job, your ability to jerk off even. That is the most destructive thing about you, your uncontrolled sex drive. I will control that for the foreseeable future, so you had better get used to that idea. I ordered that device especially for you. I guessed a few of the measurements from those times I have watched you showering. I think it’s a perfect fit, don’t you?”

“Are you fucking insane?” I barked at him. I looked down to my concealed cock and balls and started desperately tugging at their armour plating. James laughed at my efforts but didn’t stop me. I tried twisting the tube away from the cock ring but the steel with too strong to move. I tried pulling the whole thing away from my body but that just gave me an incredibly pain in my groin. I tried pulling the nut cage away from the rest and soon learned that this too hurt more than leaving it alone. Finally I looked at the screws that held the contraption in place, thinking I could undo them with my house keys or something. I noticed the little “S” in the top of each one and knew that was futile. Defeated, I slumped back and glared at James, realising that the only way to get control of my beloved cock and balls was to go along with whatever plan he had concocted, at least until I could get my hands on that little screwdriver. I felt my voice catch in my throat and my eyes begin to water as I whispered “What’s next?”

To be continued.

This is my first work of complete fiction, it's just a fantasy, but I would love to experience this power over a straight or bisexual muscle guy! (Any takers?!) Comments to the author are welcome: bdboyuk@aol.com