Straight Stud Gay Keyholder Part 9

Author: bdboyuk
Title: Straight Stud, Gay Keyholder, Part 9
Date: 07 June 2009

Straight Stud, Gay Keyholder, Chapter 9

It has been 6 months since my story began. 6 months may not sound long, but for me it has been an entire lifetime. During the last 6 months my life has changed beyond recognition, thanks to my Master, the man I used to call James: my friend.

After the flogging I received following my outburst, I was restrained on the padded top of the cage for the night. I slept most of it, once or twice waking only to feel the burning in my skin and the blankness of my mind. I know James came in to check on me at some point during the night, as when I awoke the next morning there was a large water bottle with a straw near my head which I drank from gladly. My body ached from the flogging and from the position I had been restrained in for hours, however my mind was clear and I felt refreshed and, somehow, new. I took my time to explore this strange feeling, and can only compare it to how freshly fallen snow on an open field looks before anyone has walked on it – clean, perfect, unsullied. I realised I was smiling, and I had relaxed into my bonds to wait for James to come and release me. I felt like I had come home after a long journey.

Within a few weeks my life was already changing dramatically. My company announced they were experiencing financial difficulties and were looking for employees who would accept voluntary redundancy. James heard of this through the local press and raised the subject with me. He suggested I accept the redundancy package and move into his big house permanently. I was spending most of my time there anyway, and as I had been with the company for years my redundancy package was quite attractive. He produced a typed letter addressed to my manager which explained I would accept voluntary redundancy. I signed it without much consideration. Two weeks later I had left my job and my flat and was installed permanently at my Master’s house.

There were, of course, a whole new set of rules for me now that I lived with Master. He produced a contract detailing my responsibilities and his orders for me which I read through and signed. I was now known officially as “slave” and he was only to be referred to as “Master”. I was responsible for the upkeep of the house and gardens, cooking, laundry, every household chore I could imagine. Considering I had spent my life as a domineering straight guy who considering housework as “jobs for the girls” this was a change indeed! Furthermore, I would be expected to perform any sexual act requested of me by Master without question. He would do nothing to cause permanent harm, however he had the right to alter my body and mind to his whim. This he began almost immediately by chaining me standing spread-eagle in the middle of attic and shaving every part of my body, from my toes to my scalp. He even removed my chastity device (once he had placed a blindfold over my eyes) and made sure every hair was gone from my cock and balls. To feel him fondling and manipulating my cock and balls to get at every hair was unbelievably arousing for me. This was the first time my cock had been free for weeks and I knew without being able to see that it was at full mast. James held it and stretched it as I felt the razor run the full length of my shaft, and I almost believed he would allow me to orgasm. Sadly, as soon as he was satisfied he had removed all of my pubes he splashed cold water on my cock and balls until they shrank enough to fit the chastity device back in place. I couldn’t help but emit a whimper as I heard the clicks of each part being locked on again, and heard a little chuckle from Master as he finished this task. Would I ever cum again?

Later that day Master took me to the piercer who had done my Prince Albert. This hot woman had really enjoyed fondling my big cock, but seemed to get a buzz out of sticking a needle through it which had disturbed me a little at the time. Now I was back, and I didn’t have to wait long before I discovered what Master had in mind. He spoke to the piercer in a low voice and felt uncomfortable as they both appraised me with their eyes from across the room. Finally, Master beckoned me to join them as they walked into the back room where I was ordered to strip and lie on the piercer’s bench. Master locked my wrists and ankles to the ends of the leather bench while the piercer examined my chastity device. Once I was proud of my massive meat being admired; now I felt a twinge of pride at how fascinating the device was that covered it. When Master was finished securing me, he took position near my head and stroked my cleanly shaven scalp while the piercer gathered her things. She started with a needle through my left nipple, and attached a small silver ring with a tiny silver bell connected to it. The matching item went through my right nipple. The pain was instant and deep, but I felt comforted by my Master’s touch. Next, a bar was placed through my navel, and then the piercer moved to my head. I tried to move away from her touch as I was actually concerned about what would be next, but Master held my head firmly and I stopped struggling. A bar was placed through the ends of both of my eyebrows – the pain from those piercings was surely worse than my nipples! Then a ring was selected to go through my septum. This was when I really panicked and looked up with imploring eyes to Master. He just smiled and stroked my head. “This is what I want” he said. I relaxed and felt the stab of the piercer’s needle through my nose and the weight of the ring which she attached there. Finally I was told to stick out my tongue and a bar was pierced through there while I watched in cross-eyed fascination and horror. I was freed and told to get dressed while Master sorted out payment. I felt my clothes pull at each of my new piercings as I dressed, and was grateful when we got home and I was once again naked for Master.

My time at Master’s house is split between doing the chores and working out in His gym. He has arranged a workout regime for me which is showing some impressive results after only a few weeks. My chest and arms are really growing, while my waist has slimmed even more and my abs are rock solid with more muscle than ever before. My thighs and calves are bulky and hard with just the right amount of muscle, and my glutes are pulled high and tight into a perfect bubble-butt. I love being able to show off my body for Master, and when I kneel by the front door each evening waiting for him to arrive home, I bend my body into the perfect position to really demonstrate my impressive muscles.

Recently, Master has enjoyed taking me out to show off in bars and clubs. He never allows me to wear a shirt and usually dresses me in small leather or nylon shorts to show off my legs and arse. He makes me dance on podiums for the leering enjoyment of overweight gay men and allows them to touch and grope my perfect body. Of course, they all get a shock when they reach for my cock and balls to discover the hard steel of my chastity, and I can’t help but grin at their expressions of surprise and disappointment. Master will then take me firmly by the hand and lead me from the bar, with those men all wishing it were them taking me home!

In 6 months I have been transformed from a cock-sure straight stud who could fuck any girl he wanted to a cock-locked boy toy, owned and controlled by a Master. I am desperate to please Him, as He has promised that one day soon I will get the chance to cum, but only if I obey Him completely. I have become used to being displayed for his friends when they visit. I have accepted my position as His house-slave and am proud of my skills as cook and cleaner. My body has changed to please Him, as has my mind. And when He calls me to His room or ties me bent over my cage, I love the feeling of His hard cock inside me, owning my arse as He owns the rest of me. He has framed the contract between us in the attic and I love to read those words that I have accepted fully:

“I, Dean Phillips, do hereby give my body and soul willingly into the care and custody of James Andrews as my Master. He may do to me as He wishes. I am His slave; He is my Master, from this day forward...”

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