Date: Sun, 20 Dec 2015 15:31:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: chastories@tutamail.com
Subject: Roommate Keyholder chapter 1

Disclaimer:

All characters and situations are fictional. This story is intended for
adults interested in homosexual erotica. If that is not something that you
want to read or that is illegal for you to read, please stop.

Don't contact the author with commercial requests or advertising. E-Mail
contact to talk about the story, give critique, ask questions or send
messages or pictures of your own adventures is ok. This story already has
several chapters written, so any requests will probably not be worked into
it for a rather long time.  Ideas and wishes are always welcome anyways.

The first chapter is light on actual sexual content. This will change
drastically in later installments.

Enjoy.

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Chapter 1

When I woke up I didn't quite process what was going on. I had been up late
last night and I hadn't planned of getting up before noon. But something
had woken me up and the sun coming through my window was telling me that it
was early. I stretched and yawned.

"Mornin', Paul!", I heard.

"Greg?" I didn't understand. "I thought you would be at home for three more
days?"

"Yeah, I couldn't stand it any longer. My parents were nagging me the whole
time.", he said as I heard him unpacking his stuff. I hadn't expected him
back this early. I had hoped to use this time alone to explore some of my
private interests

Fuck, I thought as I remembered. But I was already too late.

"Dude. What the fuck is that?"

I looked down and saw that I was completely exposed. I had fallen asleep
naked yesterday and in my sleepy state I hadn't even noticed that my
blanket wasn't covering me any longer. Fuck, fuck, fuck.  My brain was
suddenly wide awake, working hard at some kind of explanation for the metal
cage around my penis. How the hell was I going to explain that to Greg. He
knew I was gay and was completely fine with it but this was much more
complicated. I pulled the blanket over my crotch.

"Yeah, no use hiding that thing now. I've seen it and I want to know what
the hell that is."

Damn, I had nothing. Might as well tell the truth at that point. "Look,
Greg. I thought I had two more days alone. It's just a private kink that I
have."

"No duh, I guessed that much. But what is it?"

"It's a chastity device."

Greg looked puzzled. Okay, that alone would have probably confused any
straight guy that had caught his gay roommate with one. I would probably
have to give up a little more information. "It's basically a cage for your
cock. Keeps you from touching yourself or getting off."

"That is... weird." He probably thought I was a complete freak. But after a
moment he changed his expression to one of curiosity. "How does it work
exactly?"

I couldn't believe it. How did I get myself into this ridiculous situation
where I had to tell my college roommate about cock cages? I really should
have been more careful.

"There are different types but they all work pretty much the same. It's
either a tube or a cage around your shaft and something to keep it on your
body. That can be a ring around the base of your cock and balls or an
entire belt. The cage is then locked onto that in some way. Depending on
the size and shape you can get hard a little bit but will soon be blocked
from growing any more. And jerking off is almost impossible."

"That is so weird. I want to see it again. Show it to me!"

I have no idea why but I did pull the blanket off me again and stood
up. Maybe I just wanted to get this over with. Maybe I didn't care
anymore. The cat was out of the bag after all. But maybe I was also a tiny
bit turned on by the situation. I had never talked about this special
interest of mine with anyone before. I had only been brave enough to buy a
cage a few months ago and had barely worn it.  A college dorm doesn't give
you that many opportunities for complete privacy and I had really tried not
to alienate my roommate. But putting it on for a few hours here and there
hadn't been my reason to buy it. I did want to wear it and I had fantasized
about sharing it with someone eventually.  A partner that would be into it
as well though. Not my roommate.

"Damn, that's really locked on. And it looks tight." He was right. It was a
little snug right now, especially since I could feel a bit of blood rushing
to my cock. I tried hard to distract myself.

Greg squatted down in front of me to get a better look. I was praying to
every god imaginable that I would not get a full-on boner right now or that
nobody would come through our door. When Greg reached towards my crotch I
had to bite my tongue to keep myself from squealing.

"Really tight." He pinched the metal bars with his thumb and index finger,
careful to touch only the device. He gave it a little shake and tug before
standing back up. I quickly dashed toward my pair of boxer briefs that lay
on the ground and put them on, feeling my cock strain inside its cage. That
had been too much for me. I just hoped Greg was too distracted by my
perverted toy to notice how hard I had gotten under his stimulation.

"I'm sorry", I said. "I didn't really plan on revealing this to you. You
just surprised me. I hope this doesn't weird you out too much. I really
like you as a roommate."

"Dude. Relax, would you?" Greg smirked. "What did you think? That I was
gonna kick you out because you're a little kinky? Come on, man. You gotta
believe I'm a little bit better than that.  Whatever floats your boat,
man. Or sinks it, in this case, I guess. I don't judge. I mean. You've
literally heard me fuck at least three different women this year. If you
can deal with that, I can deal with you NOT jerkin' off."

I felt so relieved when he said that. The shock had kind of prevented me
from processing it but I was really worried about our friendship. We had
become quite close since we had moved in together just a few months
ago. Greg was a great guy that got along with everyone he met and while we
had very little in common - he was your typical sporty popular jock and I
was more of a reserved computer nerd - we still had a good time whenever we
hung out. I would have regretted losing that.

"But you still gotta tell me. Why? I get how that thing works now. But
what's the point?"

"That's a bit hard to explain. A lot of people wear them for different
reasons. There are people that just use them to help themselves jerk off
less. I'm definitely not one of those. Then there are quite a few straight
guys that wear them for their girlfriends. Often the girls will dominate
the guys and make them beg for a release or even fuck them with a
strap-on. Kind of a role reversal."

"Well, that's something I'll never try", he laughed.

"Then there are a lot of people that are really enjoying the build-up of
sexual energy. You know that feeling when you're getting really horny?
Imagine how intense that would get when you couldn't jack off."

"I'd go crazy."

"That's kind of the point. For some gay people it's also similar to the
straight people. It's about control in a partnership. One partner gives the
other one the power to control their orgasms."

I thought about stopping there but it felt surprisingly good to talk about
this. It wasn't on the same level as coming out as gay but it was still a
part of me that I had kept secret from everyone. And Greg didn't seem
freaked out at all. At best he seemed aloofly curious about the subject.

"And for some people it's not just the control. It's also about assuming a
role in the relationship. The guy that gets locked up will primarily be
concerned about the free guy's cock and orgasm. Since he won't be able to
do anything about his own cock there is only one in the bedroom that gets
all the attention."

"I thought that gay guys liked to play with each other's cocks? Isn't that
the whole point?"

"Well, yeah, I guess. For most guys that's true. This IS a rather niche
interest. But there are some guys out there that are almost exclusively
dominant tops. Imagine how good it would feel for those guys to have a boy
completely under their control. That is dependent on their cock to have any
kind of sexual release. A man they keep locked up until he is so horny that
he would do everything that he is told. So horny that he would think about
his keyholder's cock constantly and devote his entire sexual energy to
pleasing his man without needing anything in return." I caught myself and
stopped my rambling. Too late probably. I was pretty sure that I had been a
bit too enthusiastic in my description of such a relationship.

"I gotta say, that does sound kind of fun. If I could make a girl that
crazy for my cock, I probably would. So, is that why you wear it? To be
horny for some guy?"

"Well, kind of. But not really. I haven't really met anyone who was into
that kind of thing. I just wear it myself. For me it's about that feeling
of pent up sexual energy. But I would really like for some guy to control
that feeling and make me service him."

There was a moment of silence. Greg was probably letting it think in. That
his roommate was looking for a relationship with a guy that would dominate
him. I couldn't quite believe that I had admitted that either. I hadn't
even been completely honest about that with myself before. I had always
rationalized it away as something that I enjoyed reading about but that I
was mainly into it for the horniness. But now there was no way denying that
I had a submissive streak.

"Hah!", Greg exclaimed. "That's why you're always so secretive when you're
changing your clothes."

He sounded like he had finally solved some grand mystery. Too bad he was
wrong. I guess I had just been shy. Not everyone was as open with their
body as Greg was. He had been waltzing around naked from the first day we
had moved in together. He just didn't give a single damn. Even after I had
come out to him he had resumed sleeping in the nude and changing in front
of me. It had been really uncomfortable at first because I had tried really
hard not to look at his incredible body. But soon we had both gotten used
to it. And Greg didn't really seem to mind that I stole an occasional
glance. I had just never gotten used to being naked around him. To be
completely honest I might also have been a bit insecure about my body. I'm
not fat or anything but I'm far from Greg's muscled perfection.

"Not really. I haven't been wearing it much, really. The longest I've had
it on for was two nights. I was going for a new record this time."

"Why only two nights?"

"It's really hard. It always sounds so fucking hot. To lock myself up and
let myself get really worked up. But then when it comes to the point where
I'm finally getting really horny I lose my control and unlock and jerk
off. I kind of lack the discipline to keep my promise to myself without
someone else holding me accountable."

"Give them to me!"

"What?"

"Give me the keys! I'm gonna keep them. Tell me how long you want to stay
locked up for and I'm gonna give them back to you when the time's up."

My head was spinning. Should I do it? It was a perfect opportunity to
finally go further with this. But I was still wary that Greg would get
freaked out by it all. But there was really no reason to worry. He was
talking about it as if he was talking about buying groceries. I stood up
and walked to my nightstand to retrieve the keys. Both of them. If I was
going to do this, I was going to do this right.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yeah, you need someone to keep the keys away from you. Honestly it sound
kind of fun to torture you a little bit. You're gonna regret this very soon
and I'm gonna be able to gloat."

With some reluctance I handed over the keys. As he put one of them on his
key chain I felt a pit in my stomach. Was I doing the right thing? My mind
was saying no but my cock was saying something completely
different. Paradoxically the act of giving up my cock for a time made it
strain against its cage harder than ever before. I worried about it being
too obvious even through my underwear. Greg held up the other key.

"This one I'm going to hide somewhere just in case you need to get to it
when I'm not around."

Damn. I hadn't even thought of that. Maybe Greg was a good person for this
task.

"So, how long do you want me to lock you up? And think about this
carefully. Once you tell me your number I will hold you to it. No excuses,
no change of plans."

I believed him. He said it with such a matter of fact authority that I took
my time in deciding. The longest I had ever locked up was for two nights.
The same length I was currently locked up. I had hoped to use Greg's
absence to push myself to four nights. I thought that would be a reasonable
time. With Greg's help I could survive two more nights. Yes, I could do
four.

"Four nights."

Greg smiled and jingled with his key chain. "Okay, then. You'll get these
back four nights from now.

Fuck.