Date: Tue, 12 Jan 2016 20:04:09 +0000 (UTC)
From: chastories@tutamail.com
Subject: Roommate Keyholder chapter 3

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.

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I barely slept. I spent most of the night in a weird state between being
awake and being asleep where I was unsure if I just kept replaying the
experience in my head again and again or if I was actually dreaming about
Greg jerkin off just inches from my face, precum dropping from his shiny
head and him spurting hot jizz all over my face. The fact that my cock
almost hurt from pressing against the metal bars so hard didn't help
either.

When I finally did wake up for real in the late afternoon I was alone. Greg
had left but there was a single key on my nightstand. I grabbed it
immediately, unlocked the padlock and gently slid the metal cage off my
cock. It was the first time I had been out of chastity for seven nights and
it felt incredible.  I pulled the base ring of my balls and in a matter of
seconds I could feel myself getting an erection. I replayed the events of
last night in my mind and started to touch myself. This wasn't going to
take too long.

Then I remembered that he had used his underwear as a cum rag and that it
was probably still in his laundry basket. I would have felt ashamed to do
this under different circumstances but after he had wiped the cum off my
face just hours earlier it didn't seem so bad to grab it out of there. That
might also have been due to my lowered inhibitions that clearly came with
the territory of prolonged orgasm denial. I climbed back into my bed, held
his boxers to my nose and breathed in deeply. That scent. My cock was
almost aching from being so hard. It was weird to feel my full erection
between my fingers again.

Moments later I could feel my orgasm approaching and I didn't have it in me
to wait any longer. At the same time though I heard someone at the door and
thankfully I was aware enough to hide the underwear in time. I couldn't
however stop myself from reaching my climax in time. The build-up was too
strong and I was too close so instinctively I just kept stroking when Greg
came into the room. I looked at him while I felt the first spurt of hot
ejaculate shoot out of my cock and onto my chest. My whole body was
convulsing and spurt after spurt landed on me while Greg was watching
me. Neither of us said a word until I was completely done with the most
intense orgasm of my life.

"Seems like the waiting paid off, huh?"

After that we both went by our business as usual. We didn't talk about what
happened and I was still a little bit worried about our friendship. Greg
though seemed like he didn't have a care in the world.  That guy seemed
totally incapable of worrying about anything. He just did what he felt like
doing and then moved on apparently. Weirdly enough that did reassure me a
bit.

That first orgasm had felt like a pressure valve had been opened up and my
whole body and mind had finally been able to relax. I spent every possible
opportunity after that jerking my cock - making sure though that I had
enough time alone. A week went by and I came at least a dozen times but
after that the orgasms were starting to feel a bit off. The physical
sensation was still enjoyable but afterwards I was missing that incredible
hotness. That hunger for sex that had filled me. I wondered if Greg might
be willing to lock me up again but I didn't know how to bring it up. We had
never talked about this being anything more than a one-time deal and he had
reverted back to being his careless, non-calculating self about his casual
nudity. On the other hand, he had only returned one of my keys.  That could
have been a sign for his openness for another round or a sign that he
forgot where he had hidden the spare key.

On the eighth day of my freedom I was going a bit crazy so when Greg left
the room I quickly grabbed my chastity cage and put it on. Maybe I could
make it longer than two nights now that I had done it once. I threaded the
padlock through the opening and clicked it shut.

At that exact moment Greg walked in the room again. Damn. I REALLY should
learn to make sure that I had enough privacy. Those impulse decisions were
really going to get me in trouble one day.

"Hey." Like an idiot I stood there naked with my locked up cock in my hand.

"You know. You don't have to stage an elaborate scenario where I catch you
every time you want me to lock you up again. I think we're beyond that
point." He sounded half-serious. "You could've just asked."

"I ..." It really wasn't something that I had planned but I understood how
it could look that way. But it didn't really matter now. He had offered to
do it again. My heart skipped a beat. Maybe this wasn't just a one-time
thing after all. "I didn't know if you wanted to do it again. We didn't
really talk about it much."

He came up to me and held out his hand. His gesture was so authoritative
that I automatically dropped the key into his palm without giving it
another thought. Something about him just made it so easy to follow his
directions.

"Oh, I'm up for another round. But listen first before you commit to
anything. I'm gonna change a few things this time."

He stepped back and sat down on his bed while I just stood there waiting
for any kind of indication of what was expected off me.

"Last time", he said, "you laid the ground rules for how long you were
going to be locked up. I get that. But if you want me to keep doing this we
are going to do this right. I've read about this and it is customary for
the keyholder to decide the duration." While he said that he was unbuckling
his belt which made it very hard for me to concentrate on anything else. "I
thought it was fun that you were so horned up but I only really got this
when we struck that bargain and I got to prolong the first session. I liked
that quite a lot."

His jeans were now unbuttoned and while I did realize that he was laying
down rules that made me quite nervous that thought was buried deep beneath
a thriving need to see what was behind that underwear that he was now
pulling down.

"So this time we are going to make this the real deal. I will decide how
long you will be kept chaste this time. If you HONESTLY want it to stop you
can end our session but I can't guarantee that I will be up for another
round if you aren't going to play by the rules."

His cock was now in his hand and growing bigger by the second. He was
stroking it and you could see it getting harder and his head showing from
underneath the foreskin. With his free hand Greg was stroking his nipples
through his shirt.

"I found that I was really getting a kick out of the power dynamic that
developed between us. And my exhibitionist side meshed very well with the
lusty looks you gave me whenever I so much as stretched myself and revealed
a tiny bit of skin. After a few days I could almost feel you stare at me.
It was really turning me on to know that I had such a hold over another
person. I want to explore that a little bit more."

He was now full on jerking himself of while I just stood there and once
again felt the restrictiveness of my cock cage. And I couldn't have been
any happier.

"So the deal is that I have control whenever you are locked up. I decide
when you will be unlocked. I will keep the cage once it is off your
dick. After that you are free to do whatever you please for as long as you
want. But as soon as you decide you want to get locked up again you have to
come to me, ask me for the cage and from that moment I will be in power
again. So are you okay with those terms?"

I nodded.

"Tell me." He stood up.

"Yes, I want you to decide how long I won't be allowed to orgasm."

"Good. Now kneel down and open your mouth this time."

I didn't lose any time. I was ready and so was he. As soon as I was on my
knees he shot his hot load.  The first spurt hit me on my cheek but the
second and third ones landed directly in my mouth. I kept my mouth open but
I could already taste the salty aroma on my tongue. My own dick was leaking
all over the floor while his final spurt landed on my chest.

"Swallow!"

He wouldn't have had to tell me but it felt right that he did. I closed my
mouth and swallowed whatever I had been able to catch. His taste was
filling my whole mouth. While I was still enjoying that moment he came even
closer.

"Lick off the last drop!", he told me. I put out my tongue and leaned
forward. When it touched his cock I could feel my whole body tingle. I was
actually licking along the underside of his cockhead up to his slit and
tasting the last drop of Greg's cum. We both shivered.

"That stimulation after you've just come is so fucking intense. It's almost
unbearable but I still want it somehow. I guess that must be how you feel
about being horny as hell after being locked up for a while."

I closed my eyes and nodded silently.

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