Straight Stud Gay Keyholder Part 3

Author: bdboyuk
Title: Straight Stud, Gay Keyholder, Part 3
Date: 30 December 2008

Straight Stud, Gay Keyholder, Chapter 3

I must have slept. I remember a long period after being locked in the cage just lying there, trying to organise my thoughts and feelings. Finally the shock and emotion (and maybe the booze I had consumed earlier) must have taken their toll and I drifted away on a cloud of confusion. Now I was awake, fully and completely awake, thanks to the pain in my groin. When I first felt it I jolted upright, banging my head on the top of the cage. Perhaps that is why it is padded? Next I grabbed for my cock, banging my leather fist-mitts against the hard steel. I started to panic and slowly the events of last night forced themselves to the front of my conscious mind. I was locked in a cage wearing nothing but leather restraints, these mitt things, a leather hood and, worst of all, a steel chastity device preventing my morning wood from fully developing. The pain again! I rolled onto my side, then my back, then my stomach, trying to find a way of making this pain disappear. Slowly, with a lot of concentration and some deep breathing, I could feel it subside to a dull ache in my lower abdomen. I realised I needed to piss, badly, but how? I was locked in; there was no way I could just dash to the toilet! I rubbed my swollen belly and came to the conclusion quite quickly that there was nothing for it but to piss where I was. I struggled into a crouched position as close to the edge of the cage as possible and let the piss flow. It trickled, then spurted until finally I was drained and the ache in my belly subsided. The piss ran all over the floor of the cage, there was no way to avoid it, so I sat in the other corner of the cage and watched it spread across the leather towards me. It occurred to me that the familiar smell of my own piss was somehow comforting, being submerged as I currently was in an alien experience.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” I heard a voice yell from the doorway to the attic. I started, then realised it was James – my best friend and now captor – dressed head to toe in shiny black leather. “I see some housetraining is also in order!” He started to walk toward me, grabbing a couple of items as he strode across the room.

I felt the familiar anger rising in me: “You locked me in a fucking cage man!” I said, “What did you expect me to do?”

“I expect you to ask permission before relieving yourself, and I expect you to do it in a more appropriate place than your fucking cage” he yelled back. He began unlocking the cage and then stopped, turned and walked to a shelf across from me.

“James, please, let me out,” I begged, “this isn’t funny! I’m covered in piss and need a shower!”

“It isn’t supposed to be funny, and you had better get used to my rules. Until you learn to behave properly you won’t just be wearing your piss, you’ll be drinking it – and mine.” He returned to the cage, holding what looked like a large black funnel in one hand and the keys to the cage in the other.

“Fuck off will I!” I said, moving as far away from the cage door as possible. He simply unlocked the cage and grabbed my collar, physically wrenching me out of the cage and knocking me to the floor with a swift kick to the ribs. The pain made me curl into a ball at his feet but he forced my wrists behind me and placed his boot in the middle of my back. I head the click of a padlock and my hands were dropped to land heavily on my arse, now secured behind me. He changed position and I heard the sound of a chain being locked onto something – my ankle restraints I realised. He gripped the back of my collar and pulled me into a kneeling position. I looked up at him and opened my mouth to curse him, only for him to thrust the cock-shaped piece of rubber at the end of the curved funnel into my mouth. I shook my head and tried to dislodge it but he quickly buckled a strap around the back of my head, holding it firmly in place. Another strap went around my forehead and it too was buckled at the back of my head. Now, in front of my face, was a large rubber funnel, connected to my mouth with a curved tube and I had no way of removing it! I looked up and pleaded with James with my eyes but he just stared back, dispassionately. I tried to talk but the rubber gag only allowed me to make muffled sounds.

“OK, I will let you get used to this slowly, but you will take my piss regularly from now on.” He said, as he undid the front of his leather jeans. I could do nothing but watch as one by one the buttons of his jeans were undone and his large, semi-hard cock emerged. Again I shook my head and tried to argue, but he placed a hand on the top of my head to hold it in place. He shook his cock a couple of times and I watched, unbelieving, as the first spurt of piss sprang from his cock and landed in the funnel. The smell hit my nostrils as the urine hit my taste buds and I gagged, but there was no way to stop the piss dribbling into my mouth and down my throat. I breathed heavily and swallowed madly, both to clear my mouth and to stop the bile rising in my gullet. He allowed me to regain control of my breathing and then began pissing again. This time it came in one steady stream and I had no choice but to keep swallowing as it passed into my mouth. Incredibly, though I could not think of a more disgusting position to be in, my cock began to harden in its metal prison. “This can’t be happening” I thought for the millionth time.

Finally, his bladder was drained and he released his grip on my head. I slumped back onto my haunches as he shook the last few droplets of piss from the end of his cock into the funnel. He buttoned his jeans and walked to a cabinet set a few feet away and returned with a bottle of water. This he emptied into the funnel and I drank greedily, trying to clear the taste of his piss from my mouth and throat. Then, taking a cloth, he wiped the piss from the bottom of the cage and squeezed this into the funnel also. I had not only drunk his piss, but now I was forced to consume my own. The humiliation overwhelmed me and I began to sob. He left me where I was whilst he busied himself cleaned the floor of the cage with a spray and cloths, then returned to unbuckle the straps holding the funnel in place. My mouth released the gag and I stretched my jaw to relieve the slight cramping I felt.

“We have a lot to do today Deano, and I need to get you ready for your date. What time were you meeting her?” he asked me, very matter-of-fact.

I stared, uncomprehending. “Umm...3pm,” I stuttered, “We’re meeting at that Italian place round the corner.” I pictured myself sitting in an Italian restaurant with a hot girl dressed up to the nines while I was there as I was now, wearing leather restraints, a hood, and a chastity device. I shook my head. “You’re letting me go?”

“On your date? Of course. You arranged it so it’s only fair you should go, if you want to?” he was moving around the attic, collecting things as he went.

“Of course I want to go!” I exclaimed.

“Good, then it’s settled.” He said. “Now, a couple of things you should know. I have this morning spoken to your landlord and explained that you are giving up the lease on the flat earlier than expected. I have organised a removal team to collect your belongings and bring them here. As of now, you live with me, under my rules. Understood?”

I nodded my head dumbly, all thoughts of escaping this situation slowly disappearing. “But what about work? I asked.” Why was I bothered about work at a time like this?! Madness has surely set in!

“You will keep your job, for now, assuming all goes well with your training. But we have to get started, so on your feet.” He said as he walked past me to the door. He turned to watch me struggle to my feet, my wrists still bound behind me and my ankles hobbled with a chain. He allowed himself a chuckle and said “You will get used to moving in your restraints” and walked through the open door taking the items he had collected with him.

I followed him as best I could and nearly killed myself going down the stairs, but finally I made it to the kitchen where he was preparing breakfast. He placed a plate of food at a setting on the table and set a bowl of cereal on the floor next to the chair in which he was seating himself. “Kneel” he said, pointing at the floor. I thought better of arguing with him and dropped to my knees in front of the bowl. He reached around and unbuckled the hood. He loosened the lacing holding it tightly to my face and pulled it gently off. The cool air of the room hit my skin and I breathed deeply. “Now, eat up.” He said, nodding at the bowl in front of me.

Slowly I leant my head down and tried to eat the cereal as best I could without causing too much mess, but it was hard going on my neck and in no time I had dropped my face entirely into the bowl in an attempt to suck as much of the mushy food into my mouth as possible. It felt good to eat something, but I was less happy about the feeling of food covering my face. I reached the bottom of the bowl and tried to get at the remaining cereal there, which pushed the bowl away from me. I shuffled forward on my knees to keep up, and chased the bowl halfway across the kitchen before the sound of James laughing brought me to my senses. I looked up at him and he smiled, tapped his thigh and said “come.” I scuttled over to him on my knees and he wiped my face with a napkin.

He stood, taking his plate and collecting my bowl from the floor to the sink and washed them, then turned to me. “Let’s go to the gym,” he said, “I have a new workout regime for you.” I looked down at my state of near-nakedness and looked back at him. “Don’t worry – I’ll sort out your gym gear! Come upstairs and we’ll get you kitted out.” He walked through the door and I struggled to my feet to follow him. The stairs were more difficult going up than coming down but I managed it and found James in the guest bedroom.

“I am going to unlock your restraints for now, but no trouble from you otherwise I will destroy the screwdriver to this” he said, taking hold of my imprisoned cock and balls. I held still while he first unlocked and removed the ankle restraints and the chain that connected them, and then the wrist restraints and leather mitts. He then unlocked the padlock of my collar and unbuckled it, removing it from my sweaty neck. I rubbed my wrists and circled my shoulders to revive them and then placed both hands in front of my chastised cock and balls. “No, that’s not coming off for a while, so don’t get your hopes up. Now when you are unrestrained you will present yourself by locking your fingers together behind your head and kneeling on the floor. I want you to keep your head down and your eyes firmly fixed on your chastity device. Understand? Do this now.”

I took up the position he requested, kneeling and looking down at my once proud member. He watched and once I was settled into position he commented on a few points: “Push your elbows back and keep them raised to the level of your ears. Raise up your chest and push out your pecs. Tighten your core – get that six-pack working. Heels together and thighs stretched further apart. And don’t let your arse touch your ankles. Good. Remember this position, whenever I say ‘Present’ you will assume it immediately. Understood?”

I nodded and muttered “Yes.” He opened the door to the large wardrobe in front of me and I glanced up to see a full-length mirror reflecting him standing in his black leather and me kneeling beside him. I was on display; completely available for James to view any part of me, except those parts covered by locked steel. My cock, amazingly, decided to try and get hard again – probably because I haven’t jerked off since this time yesterday! It certainly couldn’t be because of the position I was in, right?

James began walking around me, clearly inspecting my body positioning, and probably enjoying what he saw. The muscles of my arms, chest, abdomen and legs were tensed, my biceps bulging and my six-pack straining. Sweat was started to prickle my skin and a blush developed over my shoulders and cheeks. I watched as he looked down at my arse and smiled, then continued around to the front and spoke, more to himself than to me: “Right, what should you wear for your workout?”

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