Straight Stud Gay Keyholder Part 4

Author: bdboyuk
Title: Straight Stud, Gay Keyholder, Part 4
Date: 04 January 2009

Straight Stud, Gay Keyholder, Chapter 4

(I left him on the floor in his “present” position and returned to the wardrobe to get his workout clothes. This was going so well! I couldn’t believe how quickly I had managed to assert control over this hot straight guy. Of course, I had been planning this for years and only now was I sure of the trust I had engendered in him. I have plenty of experience of owning and training guys who wanted it, but this was a whole new challenge. The only real control I have over Deano is his locked cock. I need more in order to strengthen my power over him. I had an idea, but I needed to put it into action quickly before he started to fight back. Taking a digital camera I snapped a few quick shots of him in this humiliating position, ensuring they were stamped with the correct date and time. I made sure to get a shot of his face looking down at his steel chastity device. These would be helpful in maintaining control. Now, the next step...)

My knees were beginning to ache along with the rest of my body and I wondered how long I would be able to maintain this position. I was always competitive with James when we worked out, so I was determined not to show that I was struggling with staying still! It seemed clear that he was trying to make me fail and would turn around and piss himself at my expense if I showed any sign of weakness. I could see he was watching me in the wardrobe mirror and I checked my positioning to make sure I was giving him the show he wanted, at which point he took a few pictures of me with his camera. There would be no denying I had been in this position now! Finally he turned around with a bundle of gym gear and started sorting through it on the bed.

He packed a few things into a gym bag and spoke to me: “You can relax. You did very well maintaining that position and should feel a good stretch in your muscles when you relax.”

Did I ever! I had never thought my muscles could feel so sore from doing nothing. I felt like I had completed a full work-out already! I looked up at him and smirked “You thought I wouldn’t manage it, didn’t you?” I rolled my shoulders and stretch my arms in front and behind me. “There was no need to take those pictures though! What are you going to do with them?”

“They will not be seen by anyone, as long as you behave. However, the moment you disobey me, they will be sent to your family, friends, co-workers...and your ex-wife.” He smiled an evil grin and picked up the bag of gym stuff. “OK, you need to get dressed.” He chucked my jeans and a clean t-shirt to the floor next to me, then handed me my trainers and a pair of socks.

“Where are my boxers?” I asked as I pulled on the socks and stood up with my jeans in my hand.

“You won’t be wearing them anymore. You will wear what I tell you and nothing more. Now hurry up, we don’t have long for your workout before you need to get ready for your date!” He left the room and I pulled on my jeans. It was a little awkward bending down to tie the laces on my trainers with the chastity device digging into my groin, but I managed. Finally I pulled the t-shirt over my head. It was too small by about two sizes! Thinking he must have made a mistake I followed James down the stairs to the kitchen.

“I can’t go out in this!” I exclaimed, pointing to the two inches of bare midriff on show if I moved my arms. “This t-shirt looks like it’s been sprayed on me!” My biceps bulged against the tight fabric of the sleeves and my six-pack and pecs were clearly visible through the thin cotton stretched across them.

“It’s either that outfit, or nothing at all. Which would you prefer?” he looked me up and down and allowed himself a grin. “Well?”

I shrugged, quite difficult in that tight t-shirt, and nodded. “Let’s get this over with.”

We drove to the gym in his convertible with the roof down. He played a CD of camp disco songs at top volume, and the people on the street cast disapproving glares at the pair of us. I tried to sink lower into the seat, wishing I was invisible. There was no hiding at the traffic lights though, and when a white van pulled up next to us with three builders in the front, I wanted to die. The driver lowered his window and gave a loud wolf-whistle. His mates laughed and threw homophobic comments at us, before the lights changed and we pulled away from them. After a drive right through town and back out again, we arrived at the gym. I begged James to turn the music down but he pulled up right outside the door with that music still playing. “Hop out and wait for me here while I park” he said, passing me my gym bag. I did as he said and he screeched away to the other side of the car park while I tried to conceal myself from the glares of the other guys coming and going from the gym. I realised, too late, that walking towards me were two of my gym buddies. Younger than me but good friends, we often drank together outside of the gym and worked out together inside.

“Hey Deano – what the fuck are you wearing?!” Mike yelled at me as he made his way across the car park. Mike is 25, a rugby player at the local club. He works out like a beast and his body shows it. With him was Kev. Smaller, more compact and ginger-haired, he was surprisingly strong. Unfortunately he has the attitude that comes with being a ginger short-arse. “You look like a twat” he spat as he walked over and gut-punched me. This was meant to be a sign of friendship but was, in fact, just annoying.

“Yeah, ummm...laundry day,” I responded, “I had nothing else to wear!” I rubbed my gut and made small talk with the guys while James made his way through the parked cars towards us.

“Hello boys!” he called at us. He wasn’t usually camp, but he was doing this for effect I realised. “Doesn’t Deano look great?!” He asked, rubbing my left bicep and taking the gym bag from me. I muttered “shut the fuck up” and watched as all three had a good laugh at my unexpected blush.

“Are you boys just arriving?” James asked the guys.

“Yeah, we just got here. You heading in?” Mike responded. I knew that James thought Mike was hot – he had discussed this after one too many drinks on a few occasions. James nodded and grabbed my arm. “Come on then, let’s get changed” he said with a glint in his eyes. I swallowed hard as we walked through reception, flashing our membership cards at the hot girl with the big tits at the counter, and made our way to the changing room. How the hell am I supposed to hide the chastity device, I thought? Well, I didn’t have to wait long to find out...

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