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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.
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.