Straight Stud Gay Keyholder Part 7

Author: bdboyuk
Title: Straight Stud, Gay Keyholder, Part 7
Date: 11 January 2009

Straight Stud, Gay Keyholder, Chapter 7

I checked my watch: 2.57! I had to run the last 400 yards or so to make my date on time. The pressure of the butt plug and the motion of the nipple clamps was almost too much to bear. I paused outside the restaurant to get my breath back and try and calm my dripping cock before walking through the door. I could see a spot of pre-cum appearing through my trousers and rubbing desperately, hoping to clear it away. No use, I just looked like a pervert trying to jerk off in the street. I took off my jacket and held it in front of me as I walked through the door. Scanning the restaurant, there were only about a dozen or so people inside, all eating and chatting quietly. It all felt so normal, and for the first time in a while I caught myself replaying in my mind the events of the last 24 hours with amazement. How had I gone from being a proud, red-blooded hetero-sex-pest to a chaste cock-eating-cum-guzzling-piss-drinking sub? I wiped the sweat from my forehead and made my way to the bar. I spotted Nicky sitting at a table towards the centre of the room and made my way through the tables to her. “Hi babe” I said as I sat down, flinching as the butt plug drove further into my arse and settled against my prostate.

“I almost didn’t come,” Nicky said, “I have heard too many stories about you, the way you treat women. But then I thought, what the hell, I have had a good shag in ages!” She laughed and poured water from a bottle into her glass. I gave a nervous laugh and glanced around for a waiter. I needed a drink to get through this. We haven’t even ordered yet and she’s already made plans for dessert. I flagged down a passing waiter and ordered a bottle of Vino Nobile di Montepulciano 2004 – James’ favourite Italian red wine. Nicky look impressed with my pronunciation like these women always do. They see me as some dumb hulking brute, so when I display the slightest degree of intelligence it gets them wet. I felt her foot start to rub my ankle. So it begins, I thought to myself, as the waiter poured the wine. This was going to be more difficult than I thought! As I lifted the glass to sample the wine, my eyes drifted across the room and the other diners and, to my surprise and shock, alighted on James who was seating himself opposite another muscular guy at a table not more than 29 yards from us. I nearly choked on the wine and the waiter looked concerned. I indicated that the wine was fine and he poured Nicky and me a third of a glass each. James spotted me and nodded, and his dinner date turned in our direction also. Nicky had her back to them so didn’t notice this exchange, but the guy with James smiled as James whispered something to him. They both laughed and turned back to their menus. My face felt flushed and my skin started to sweat as I considered what he must have said.

“...but he wasn’t up to it and it would never have worked, so here I am.” Shit, Nicky had been talking all this time and I hadn’t heard a word she said! I laughed and nodded, and she looked at me with puzzlement. “What the fuck are you laughing at?”

“Oh, um...sorry, I just...I never know how to react...” ok, so as far as she was concerned I had probably just gone from being hot and intelligent, to being hot and dumb again.

As it was, she just smiled and said “Well, I have heard your cock is bigger than average, I thought you would be happy that news got around.” She drained her wine glass, as did I , and poured more out. The waiter returned and took out food order. I felt her fumbling under the table and then felt her foot tracing it’s way up the inside of my leg. It reaching the top of my thigh and started pushing back into my groin. All the while her eyes didn’t leave mine and I gulped heavily. Suddenly, without warning, I felt the thing in my arse come alive with an insane vibration. I jumped out of my chair, spilling my wine across the table cloth. The plug in my arse was pulsing against my prostate, forcing blood into my cock which by now was leaking heavily. I looked down and saw a spreading stain of pre-cum soaking through the dark material of my trousers. Flustered, I grabbed my napkin to conceal my crotch, apologised to Nicky and darted for the men’s room.

Inside, I poured cool water into the wash basin and splashed my face to calm the flush. The plug was still vibrating away inside me, and my breathing became a shallow, dog-like pant. I didn’t know James had followed me into the men’s room until I felt a hand on my arse. I looked up and caught his reflection in the mirror. He was holding something small and black in his hand, this he fiddled with and the plugs pulses slowed and became more bearable. Finally I stood and turned towards him. He was smiling!

“How is your date going?” he asked me. He unbuttoned my shirt slightly and tugged on the chain connecting my nipple clamps. He pulled me towards him as he walked backwards into a cubicle. He closed the door behind me and forced me to my knees in front of him. The plug was still gently buzzing away and my cock was slick with pre-cum. He unbuttoned his jeans, took out his large cock and placed it on my lips. “Open.” I did as he said and took the head of his cock into my mouth. As soon as I did he clamped a hand behind my head and started to piss into my gob. I swallowed his piss as quickly as it came into my mouth, my head swimming and my arse vibrating and my cock desperate for release. When he was finished he wiped his cock on my hair and tucked it back into his jeans. “Good lad,” he said stepping past me an opening the door, “but you need to get back to your date now!” He pressed a button on that black device which started the plug vibrating at a higher level again, bringing me back to my senses and forcing me upright.

I walked out of the cubicle to find James talking to his dinner date near the sinks. I walked over, turned on the tap and rinsed my hands. “This is Tony,” James said, “he wants to see your...situation.” He clicked his fingers and pointed towards my groin. I sighed, turning off the tap and shaking the water from my hands. I moved towards Tony and unzipped my trousers. I reached in, extracting my shiny cock and balls so they dangled outside my kecks. Tony reached down and stroked the steel around my cock and balls. His fingers trailed through the strings of pre-cum stretching from the cock tube and laughed. He raised his fingers to my lips and smeared my juice across my face. I looked at James who nodded, and opened my lips to allow Tony’s fingers entry to my mouth. He smiled and adjusted his cock in his jeans, then removed his fingers and turned to the sink. I had a good look at the young, handsome guy. He must have been no more than 24, with broad shoulders and slim waist. His arse was perfect in those jeans and his legs were clearly defined under the tight fabric. James saw me checking him out and snapped his fingers again. I looked down and remembered my cock and balls were still hanging out of my fly. I quickly stuffed everything away and zipped up. “I have to get back to...”

“Nicky,” James said, “Your date’s name is Nicky.” He laughed and opened the door for me.

As I got closer to our table I could see Nicky had already finished the bottle of wine and most of her pasta. She looked up and glared at me. “What the fuck have you been doing? Having a wank?” she asked me. God she was coarse, as rough as most of the women I dated were. Usually at this point I would be making a move for home, excited about the fact I was about to plough a cunt until I exploded. Now all I could think about was getting back to the house so I could beg James to let me cum. I mumbled an apology, swallowed down a few pieces of ravioli, and tried to ignore the vibrations against my prostate. Eventually it became obvious that my mind was not on lunch.

“Deano, get the bill. I’m going to powder my arse!” Nicky stood and walked towards the ladies room. I signalled the waiter for the bill and looked for James. He and Tony must have left, as they weren’t at the table they had been previously and I couldn’t see them at the bar. The waiter brought the bill and I gave him my credit card. I was just entering my PIN as Nicky returned. She pulled her jacket on and I did the same. Taking my arm we made our way outside where she asked “Your place or mine?”

“I...I can’t...I’m sorry!” Jesus, this was hard – harder than my cock. “I’ve just moved in with my mate and the place is still a mess.”

“You moved in with James, I know,” she said as we walked down the street, “he said he didn’t mind if we wanted to stop in.” This took me completely by surprise. How did she know James? What else did she know? Has he told her, or even shown her the photo’s? We walked slowly towards the house and I paused at the end of the driveway.

“Are you sure you want to come in?” I asked, really trying to avoid this situation. She just laughed and took my hand, dragging me to follow her up the driveway to the front door. The door was unlocked so I knew James was in. I shucked my jacket and took Nicky’s. These I hung on hooks inside the closet inside the hallway. “James? You about mate? We have a...a visitor...” I called him, not wanting any surprises for either of us. I suddenly realised that the butt plug had stopped vibrating. Perhaps it has run out of batteries I thought, absent-mindedly, as I lead Nicky into the front room. “Would you like a coffee?” I asked her. She nodded and seated herself on the couch where I had recently sat asking questions about a chastity device. “Be right back!” I said and made my way to the kitchen.

I met James as I walked down the corridor towards the kitchen. He slapped my arse as I walked past him and said “bit overdressed for my house, aren’t you Deano?” I turned to him and explained that Nicky was in the front room, as he had suggested to her, and that it might be a little inappropriate to wear less than I was. “Nonsense! I dare say Nicky can cope. Your restraints and collar are on your bed. Go and undress and lock them on, then you can bring us both a coffee.” He turned and walked into the front room. I heard him greeting Nicky, probably with a kiss on both cheek as he does with every woman I have introduced him to. I continue to the kitchen, fill the kettle and switch it on, the make my way up to my room. On the bed are, indeed, my restraints. Also in the room is Tony, the young man James was in the restaurant with. He was flicking through a magazine when I walked in, and he made no move to leave when I cleared my throat on the threshold.

“Carry on Deano, don’t mind me!” he said casually as he put the magazine down and focussed his attention on me. I had no option but to begin undressing. I unbuttoned my shirts and pulled it off, stretching my pecs and making my nipples throb from the pressure of the clamps. I bent down and undid my shoes and pulled off my socks, then undid my trousers and let them drop. I stood reasonably naked in front of this stranger, this fag. He got off the bed, adjusting his covered erection, and helped to put on my restraints. These he locked on my wrists and ankles, and then fastened my collar and padlocked it around my neck. Then he took the liberty of running a hand down my chest, playing with the clamps, then further down to caress my steel cock and balls. He turned me round and spread my cheeks to see the base of the butt plug that was still held firmly in place with that leather strap. Finally he slapped my arse hard and said “You’re ready boy” and sent me on my way.

I walked through the house to the kitchen and made a fresh pot of coffee. This I placed on a tray with cups, sugar and cream. I paused – what the hell am I doing? I can’t go in there like this?! Suddenly the plug cam to life again inside my arse and I heard James calling me: “Where the fuck is that coffee Deano?”

I took a deep breath, picked up the tray, and walked through the door into the front room.

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