Straight Stud Gay Keyholder Part 8

Author: bdboyuk
Title: Straight Stud, Gay Keyholder, Part 8
Date: 26 January 2009

Straight Stud, Gay Keyholder, Chapter 8

James and Nicky were chatting away like old friends and didn’t even acknowledge my entrance. They were flicked through a photo album and laughing over the images and, although I couldn’t see them at this angle, I just knew they were the pics he’d taken of me earlier. I felt my face flush red and shuffled uncomfortably in the open doorway. I could turn and run, but I’d still have this bastard steel device locked to my privates. I cleared my throat and James looked up at me standing there. He could clearly see my embarrassment but made no move to help me out.

“Drop the tray on that table and pour us some coffee, chap” he said, “Nicky is keen to see your shiny cock and ball set.”

I did as he said, pouring two cups and offering cream and sugar. Nicky hadn’t looked up from the photo which she seemed to be studying quite intensely. Finally she glanced in my direction to take the cup I handed her. She grasped the cup of coffee in one hand and reached up with her free hand to cup my balls. She ran her thumb around the shiny steel casing, tracing the seam of the join to where it connected with the cock tube. She moved her fingers around to grasp the tube and ran her hand down its length. Ordinarily my cock would be engorged to its full magnificent length at this attention; however all it could do was drip and leak pre-cum into the tight tube, making me gasp with desire and frustration. Finally her fingers found the end of the tube and the pin through my PA holding the thing in place at that end. There was a drop of pre-cum there which she caught on the end of her finger and held away from her body.

“Clean that up for her, Deano” James said. I knew he didn’t mean wipe it off with a towel, so I lowered my head and took her finger into my mouth, sucking my own juices from her finger tip. She made a circle inside my mouth with her finger, making sure it was cleaned, before slowly removing it. She ran that finger down my chest, playing with the chain connecting the clamps which were still attached to my nipples causing me to exhale fiercely. At that point Tony wandered into the room, slapping my arse as he walked behind me and dropped down into the armchair by the window. He helped himself to the other cup of coffee whilst I stood in the middle of the room, naked except for my restraints, chastity device and butt plug.

My arse stung from his slap and I absently rubbed that cheek. I just wanted to get out of this situation and was feeling increasingly angry with James and the rest of these voyeurs for the position I was in. I snapped: “OK, you’ve had your fun James, take this thing off...” I shook the steel cock cage at him, “...and while you’re at it I want out of these restraints. And turn this fucking plug off!”

Nicky and Tony both laughed at my outburst which only made me angrier. I yelled at them to shut up, but they carried on sniggering. James just stirred his coffee, placing the spoon on his saucer carefully, before looking up at me. I was breathing heavily, my fists clenching in time with the vibrations in my arse which were driving me insane. Finally, after taking a mouthful of coffee, James stood, took hold of the ring on the front of my collar, and dragged me out of the room. He pulled me up the stairs to the attic where he pushed me to the corner near the wooden cross.

“We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, Dean.” he said, pushing my body against the beams of the cross and connecting my wrist restraints to the hooks near the top. I was facing the wall, my arms stretched above me, unable to escape. “I have tried the easy way, now you’ll have to have a taste of the hard way.” He was buckling my ankle restraints to the bottoms of the cross. Once I was secured he reached around my chest and started tugging at the clamps which had been connected to my nipples for the past couple of hours. He unclipped first one, then the other, causing me to scream out in pain and shock. He squeezed and rubbed both nipples, cruelly twisting and turning them, making me jump and squirm in my bondage. “Remember, you could have avoided this,” he said, walking to a rack of leather implements on the wall nearby and returning with a large leather flogger in his hands. I yelled abuse at him, twisting in my bonds in an attempt to escape, but I was held fast. Suddenly and without warning, I heard the swish of leather and felt an intense pain on my back as the tongues of leather connected with my skin. I screamed, redoubling my efforts to escape.

Three more times the leather hit my skin, three more times I screamed, but still he didn’t let up. He laid into the skin on my back and arse with such power and fury I felt certain the skin must be split and bleeding. I lost count of the strikes from that evil whip as the pain became too much and my screams turned to sobs. I could feel tears running down my face mixing with snot and sweat, as surely as I could feel blood running down my back, over my arse and down my legs. I hung, defeated in my bonds, feeling the flogger rip my body to shreds. Each stroke removed part of my spirit until finally I begged him to stop, that I would do anything he wanted. I was broken, and wanted nothing more than to never experience this pain again. The touch of his hand on my back was as painful at the strips of leather from that flogger. I cried as he poured an oily lotion onto my sore skin and gently rubbed it down my back and over my arse. The lotion helped take the burning sensation away; leaving a dull ache under my skin which I knew would result in massive bruising. All the while James whispered to me, soothing my broken spirit with kind words as he soothed my aching body with that lotion.

As he unlocked my ankle restraints from the bottom of the cross I felt uneasy on my feet and literally fell into his arms when he unlocked the wrist restraints from the top of those wooden beams. He carried me to the long padded cage and laid me on top on my chest, moving my arms to my side and locking my restraints to hooks on the top of the cage. He pulled my legs slightly apart and locked my ankles to similar hooks, then reached under my waist to unlock the leather waist belt holding the plug in place. I felt him give the base of the plug a pull and my body thankfully expelled it. He reached under my to move my chastity device down between my legs so that I wasn’t lying on it, then kissed the side of my face and the back of my neck. “I didn’t want to do that Deano, but that was just a taster of what you will receive if you disobey me again.” He stroked my hair and wiped the tears away from my face.

“I’m sorry,” I said quietly, “I don’t want to feel that again. I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t hit me.”

James nodded and smiled, stroking my hair gently blowing on the skin on my back. My breathing was shallow and my heart rate was fast. I felt incredibly tired and lightheaded, and quickly drifted into a deep sleep as I heard James switch the lights off and leave the attic.

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