Straight Stud Gay Keyholder Part 6

Author: bdboyuk
Title: Straight Stud, Gay Keyholder, Part 6
Date: 11 January 2009

Straight Stud, Gay Keyholder, Chapter 6

Back in his convertible, with the roof down and the music up, we charged through the city streets. I didn’t talk, I simply couldn’t think of anything to say. He clearly understood because he didn’t attempt conversation, but reassured me by gently squeezing my thigh under those shiny, flimsy shorts. As we arrived back at the house I was unsurprised to see two men unloading the contents of my flat from a small removals truck and my car parked on the driveway. He’s lucky to have such a huge place, I thought. There would never be room for two cars and a truck outside my old shithole! We pulled up next to my car on the private gravelled drive and headed inside.

“We both need a shower. We’ll use the shower in the main bathroom; it’s bigger than the en-suite.” James said to me, taking me firmly by the elbow and leading me up the stairs. The bathroom was massive, with a big Jacuzzi bathtub, two sinks, a walk-in shower big enough for four. The room even had a wooden garden-style reclining chair! James sat on this and simply said “Strip.” I had got used to being naked in front of him, so I did as he said quickly and without complaint. I also felt less self-conscious about the chastity device and didn’t drop my hands to conceal it as I had done previously. “Good, now get the shower going and come over here when it’s up to temperature.” I stood fiddling with the water pressure and temperature knobs until it was hot and steamy but not scalding. I headed back over to James who stood up in front of me. “You will undress me now, Deano.”

I hadn’t expected that and was slightly taken aback, but as James held his arms over his head I pushed his t-shirt up his slightly hairy body and reached up to pull it off his arms. I was standing quite close to his chest and caught a good whiff of post-workout sweat from his underarms. I actually went in for a second sniff before I caught myself and pulled back. He just nodded down towards the floor and I dropped down to my knees to unlace his trainers. Their was a bit of a stink coming from them too, not overpowering but a masculine smell that you don’t notice unless you’re up close and personal to another guy’s trainers. I pulled each trainer off and he steadied himself with the chair back as I removed first his right sock, then his left. I looked up at his face from my kneeling position and he smiled down at me. I gripped the waistband of his gym shorts and pulled slowly down to reveal his jock, at which time I noticed my cock was beginning to test the boundaries of its metal prison again. I pulled his shorts to his ankles and he stepped out of them. Now the only thing filling my vision was his massive, jock-covered cock and balls. I swallowed heavily as my cock filled to its fullest possible size under the circumstances. I ran my fingers around the waistband of his jock, slipping my fingers underneath each side, and began to remove this last item. It was difficult stretching the cotton over his bulging cock, but with a bit of teasing and pulling I managed it and his dick sprang free, emerging semi-hard just inches from my face. I hadn’t forgotten how big it was from when it was pissing down my throat earlier, but it was still an incredible sight, and an even more incredible feeling knowing his cock was free to bounce around and get erect when mine was trapped rather uncomfortably at the moment inside a steel tube. I pulled the jock down his legs and he stepped out of them and into the shower. I knelt for a moment longer trying to calm myself, before following him into the steam.

He was lathering up a large sponge and as I walked into the jets of water he began soaping up my chest and neck. That felt great and I allowed him to continue soaping and scrubbing, I lifted my arms as he worked his way into my pits with that sponge, then turned as he moved me round so that my back was facing him. The sponge worked its way across my shoulders, down my back and across my arse, then down the backs of my legs. I was loving it as he moved the sponge back up the insides of my legs and thighs, reaching the point where my balls would normally have hung but where now there was a hard shell of steel. He turned me again to face him and completed sponging the front of my legs from the bottom of my ankles to the tops of my thighs. He worked up a lather around the top of the chastity tube and massaged my abs and groin area. I groaned involuntarily at these amazingly pleasurable feelings. I had never been so close to another man before, but my cock was loving it and my head agreed. James stood and handed me the sponge. “My turn” he said as he turned away from me and stood squarely under one of the overhead jets.

I started at his shoulders, working the sponge with one hand and giving a deep, kneeding massage with the other. He clearly enjoyed that as he responded with an “mmm...” sound and pressed back towards me. I continued, showing off with a massage technique perfected on the bodies of dozens of women in the past, only now I pushed and pressed hardy, really working the muscles in his shoulders and back. I worked down to his lower back in a circular motion until I reached his arse. I have never touched a guy in such a personal area before and was a little unsure how to proceed, but eventually I decided the best thing to do was just go for it and see what happens! It’s just another muscle group, right? So I knelt behind him and started sponging and massaging his glutes, really working each slab of muscle with my big hands and listening carefully for signs of pain, just in case. As it turned out I seemed to be doing a good job, as James pushed his arse back towards my hands and closer to my face. I tried to move back but found I was already pressing against the tiled wall of the shower. I continued massaging and washing his arse, working my fingers into the crease. He kind of jumped as I ran my fingers over one sensitive area, and gave out a massive moan of pleasure. I was quite pleased he was enjoying this so much and continued down the back of his legs to his feet. I stood, my legs aching a little, and lathered up the sponge to work his chest. James turned and I noticed that he had a huge smile on his face and a huge boner in his groin. Clearly my massage technique had worked! I smiled, and started on his chest, working in the same motion down to his furry six-pack. I took a deep breath and knelt to work the sponge down his thighs and ankles to his feet, and then back up towards his groin. His cock was so big and hard I actually had to kneel back on my haunches in order to work the sponge around it, under his balls and between his thighs. Finally, I worked the sponged in one swift motion from the base of his cock to the tip and I heard him laugh.

“You can clean that with something other than the sponge, Deano,” he said, taking the sponge from me and placing a hand at the back of my head, “this is your chance to show me how much you want to get out of that chastity device.” He held my head with both hands now, and slowly moved his groin into my face. I watched as his massive cock, veins pulsing and head leaking pre-cum, moved closer to my mouth. As the tip hit my lips I shot my tongue out and tasted his essence. “Kiss it, Deano. Just the head” he said. I did as he asked, gently placing my full lips on the end of his massive cock. He held me there for a second, before saying “open up” and pushing his cock forward into my mouth.

I wasn’t sure I would be able to take his whole cock into my gob, but I was determined to show just how keen I was to get unlocked from my chastity, so I started working my tongue around his cock head, exploring the ridge of his mushroom helmet and discovering the tiny change in texture that must have been his circumcision scar. He pushed forward gently but insistently, and slowly my mouth was filled with his meat. He stroked my head and told me to relax and breathe deeply, then began pushing again, entering the recesses of my mouth and pushing toward my throat. If I had tonsils, he would have hit them now, and he stopped again, allowing me to get used to the size and pressure back there. I was amazed to see that he was only about halfway in, and I panicked and gagged when I thought about him pushing the rest down my throat. He pulled back, placing a hand on my forehead, forcing me to look at his face with his cock-head still in my mouth.

“Do you want to get unlocked or not? Cos it’s not looking like it at the moment...” he said. I just nodded and dropped eye contact – I couldn’t look at his eyes in this position. He put his hand back behind my neck, but instead of pulling me forcefully forward, he just gave me a little nudge in that direction. I followed his cue and started working my mouth forward again, his cock moving into my mouth inch by inch until it reached that point where he had stopped before. I took a deep breath through my nose and slowly moved forward again. I felt the cock-head slip past the point where I gagged and was surprised to feel it enter my throat. Suddenly there was no airflow there, but thankfully I hadn’t gagged which gave me the confidence to keep going. I knew I could hold my breath for a minute or two, so I forced the rest of his cock into my mouth and pushed my nose against his navel. His hand held it there and I looked up again to see him smiling down at me. Slowly he pulled back and I could breathe a little. I took a couple of shallow breaths and he moved back into my throat. This continued for a few minutes, almost as if he was allowing me to get used to the motion. Then he picked up the pace, his cock moving in and out of my throat, rubbing itself over my tongue and forcing me to take tiny shallow gasps every two or three thrusts. I realised he was getting close to shooting and braced myself for this next humiliation. His cock seemed to grow even bigger in my mouth and the cock head was lodged in the top of my throat. He pushed forward once, twice then froze with his cock firmly down my throat and my face pressed against his pelvis. He groaned an animal noise and I felt his cock spasm inside my mouth and throat. His cum was blasting away at the back of my throat but beyond the reach of my taste buds.

Slowly I became aware that I hadn’t taken a breath in a while and I began pulling away form him. He took a moment to let me go, and as his cock slipped out of my throat and across my tongue, I tasted the salty, tangy flavour of him in my mouth. I gasped for air, filling my lungs, and leant back against the tiles. He reached down and tousled my hair and I stood up next to him. He smiled – so did I actually – and we shared a quick hug. We finished cleaning ourselves off, shampooing, rinsing, and finally stepped out of the shower. He chucked me a towel and we towelled off without talking. I had just experienced something I had never wanted to even think about before. James had changed me today, had opened my mind a little, and I felt different for it. He disappeared from the bathroom and I used the toilet, still thinking about the last 10 minutes or so and how much my life had just changed. I didn’t enjoy it, I told myself. It was a matter of necessity. But still, there was a nagging voice in the back of my mind that said “Deano, you fucking loved it.”

James returned. “I have laid out the clothes for you date on your bed, but first there are a couple of things you need underneath.” He walked towards me, turned me round and bent me over the side of the bath so that my head was down and my arse was up and facing him. I heard him squeeze something, it sounded like the shower gel or shampoo had. The I felt pressure against my arse which I automatically tensed. “You are not going to fuck me man” I said and started to push myself up. He held me firmly and said “no, but you need to relax or this will hurt.” I felt him pushing again, and the tip of whatever it was entered me. I tried to relax, and breathed deeply, and slowly whatever it was made it’s way inside me. I felt it get larger and was about to scream out when suddenly the pushing stopped and it seemed like my arse was actually pulling it in. James gave my arse a slap and told me to stand up. I turned to face him as he locked a leather waistband around me, then passed a leather strap through my legs and locked it front and back to the waistband. Whatever was inside me was not coming out now! Then he started pulling and twisting my nipples causing a gasp of surprise and pain from me. He stopped and grabbed a shiny object from the seat. It was like two clamps connected with a chain. He took one clamp and snapped it onto my right nipple – Jesus, it was like an electric shock! I screamed but he held me firm and when I had calmed down he snapped the other one on. I was better prepared for the pain but it still hurt like buggery.

“You have 15 minutes to get dressed and get to the restaurant, Deano. Get a crack on.” He tugged on the chain between those two clamps causing the pain to return to my nips and then turned and left. I dashed into the guest room to see a rather smart shirt and trouser combination lying on the bad. I quickly scanned the room but could see no underwear so I threw the trousers on and jumped with surprise as I sat down on the bad to pull my socks and shoes on. I had already forgotten that I was plugged with something! I moved as fast as I could and pulled the shirt over my shoulders, buttoning it carefully over the chain connecting my nipple clamps. This was going to be no ordinary date! I darted down the stairs and found James waiting by the front door. He handed me a jacket, opened the front door and smacked my arse on the way out. “Have fun Deano!” he said as I walked as quickly as I could down the driveway. The plug was rubbing inside me and I wondered how long I would be able to stand it. At least the restaurant is just down the road, I thought, as I turned right out of the driveway and off towards the most uncomfortable date of my life.

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 or visit me at http://recon.com/bdguyuk