Straight Stud Gay Keyholder Part 2

Author: bdboyuk
Title: Straight Stud, Gay Keyholder, Part 2
Date: 29 December 2008

Straight Stud, Gay Keyholder, Chapter 2

“What’s next” I said, looking down at my imprisoned cock. What could be next? Here I am, 30 years old, 5’ 11” of nicely toned muscle. I should be out fucking the shit out of the nearest woman and yet my cock and balls are no longer my own - they are being controlled by a queer. This must be a joke!

“Stage 2,” James said, putting down his whiskey glass and standing up “but it’s late, and I need to sleep. We will discuss your future in the morning. For now I will put you to bed. Come with me.”

He stood in the doorway and motioned me with a nod of his head towards the stairs. I sighed, draining my glass, and followed his direction. I figured that once he was asleep I could ransack the house looking for that little screwdriver and end this ridiculous game. I followed him up the stairs and allowed myself a little glimmer of hope as we continued up to the attic where I was sure the screwdriver must still be. He was going to release me after all! He unlocked the door and flicked the switch for those spotlights hidden in the ceiling. I immediately started towards the cross where the device had been placed on me, however he stopped me with a firm hand on my shoulder.

“No Dean, as much as I am sure you enjoyed your time on the cross, you will be spending the night somewhere else!” he said, and pushed me back towards the opposite corner of the room. There, the spotlights played on a shapeless object covered by what appeared to be a dust sheet. I stood back as he pulled the sheet away and was stunned when I saw a large cage emerge. It must have been 6’ long and was made of black, metallic looking bars. The bottom and top were padded with leather and the door on the side was secured with a large shiny padlock. I gulped and took a couple of steps towards the door when I was stopped by his voice: “If you leave now, that thing never comes off.”

I turned to face him, realising again the power he had over me. Why had I been so stupid in allowing myself to get into this situation? I shook my head and walked back to him. “Please, James, this must stop. I can’t sleep in a cage, I’m not an animal...” I pleaded. He just smiled and opened a nearby cabinet. He turned and removed some black items which appeared to be leather, and strode towards me.

“It’s about time you realised that your behaviour is no better than a dog on heat, and so that is how you will be treated for a while. Now hold out your hands, or should I say, paws...” he laughed. I did as he asked and watched as each of my hands disappear one by one into heavy leather gloves. Only the gloves had no fingers, they were padded in the palm and my hands were forced into fists. He turned them over and tightened straps at the wrist which he then buckled and secured with little padlocks. The leather mitts were on for the duration. Next, he pushed down on my shoulders so that I was forced into a kneeling position. He took the other leather item he had brought with him and started to unfold it. It was a black leather hood, which he held firmly under my chin and forced back over my head. Slowly, all light was extinguished from the room and the smell of leather enclosed me. I could feel him tightening something at the back of the hood and heard another click, indicating that the hood was now secured with another padlock. I heard him move away from me, and then return. He tugged at the front of the hood and suddenly I could see. Not well, but enough to make out what he held in his hands: a large leather collar, with the word “Deano” picked out in silver studs. “I had this specially made for you boy” he said as I felt the collar being tightened around my neck. It too was fastened with a padlock. He walked back to the cage and swung the door open. “In you get, pup” he said, and lightly tapped the side of the cage. I really had no other choice but to crawl forward on my hands and knees, slowly entering the cage, and turning to fit in. I watched him close the door and return the large padlock to its original position. That final click of the padlock closing was like listening to a part of my soul being ripped away. I let out an involuntary sob which he obviously heard.

“Deano, don’t be sad. This is the beginning of your new life! I am here to help you and as long as you follow my rules you will learn so much from this experience.” He placed a hand through the bars of the cage and gently stroked my leather-covered head. This gentle sign of affection touched me deeply and I pressed my head against his hand. Slowly he withdrew his hand and turned towards the doorway. I watched him leave through the bars of my cage, wondering how long I would be left alone. He reached the door and gave one more glance in my direction, before turning off the light and closing the door. Darkness surrounded me and my despair rose again. I heard the key turn in the lock and his footsteps descend until he was out of earshot. Then I lay down on my side, one hand under my head and the other resting against my imprisoned cock, and allowed the sobs to come fully.

This is a work of complete fiction, 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