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Trevor and I continued hooking up in my basement for sub and master encounters several more times that summer. The times we spent together were awesome, and to see him embrace the role of a complete sub was something I’d never envisioned. We had even taken our master/sub relationship out of my basement, as he spent the majority of the summer working for me doing landscaping work and some light remodeling projects. In fact, I actually began to enjoy having him around, knowing that the sexual pain and pleasure inflicted on him in my basement was mutual enjoyment for the both of us. Apparently, Heather noticed a difference in him as well, and thanked me several times for helping transform him into the young man he’d become. If she only knew… As the fall exited and the winter commenced, my outdoor work was finished for the year, and in November I started writing my latest, shall we say, romance novel. One night as my friend Will and I were just finishing up dinner, Trevor stopped by to introduce me to his newest girlfriend, Amber. At first, she seemed nice, but then I sensed something was not quite right between them. I shrugged it off, and after they left, Will and I enjoyed the rest of our evening. We had been spending a lot of time together, and I was enjoying his company. But that’s another story.
A few weeks later, I was just about ready to head with Will to see a musical at one of the local theaters, when my cell phone buzzed. Looking at the number, I saw it was Heather, Trevor’s mother. Reluctantly, I answered the phone. She apologized for calling me but said she didn’t know who else to call. Trevor had been arrested. He violated an order of protection against his now ex-girlfriend, Amber. Heather went on to explain that he got mad and punched her in the face at a party, and she promptly filed the order of protection against him. Like a dumb ass, two days later, this morning, he showed up at her doorstep with flowers and asked for forgiveness. Instead of reconciling, he got a trip downtown. She would have bailed him out, but she and Connor had gone to Georgia to care for her sick mother, and they would not be back for two more weeks. Knowing that I’d dealt with him before and straightened him out, I agreed to help her out and put up bail for him first thing in the morning. She agreed that it would be good for him to sit in jail overnight to think about what he’d done. My cock began to stir in my boxers at the idea of rekindling the punishment of Trevor that was soon about to commence all over again.
Will wasn’t very happy about me getting together with Trevor again. On our way to the musical, I explained to him that we were exclusive, and I didn’t want to jeopardize our relationship. He whispered into my ear at intermission that while he wasn’t worried, he would make sure I wouldn’t violate our relationship. That night, when we returned to my house, between shooting my second and third load of the night, this time with Will’s nine-inch dick firmly planted in quivering ass, after he deposited his third load deep inside my bowels he leaned over and kissed me before pulling out and said “Remember what we have, Johnny. I’m not willing to lose you over some 20-year-old pain in the ass twink who can’t stay out of trouble.” Returning his deep kiss, I told him that I would do whatever he wanted to make sure that I would remain faithful to him. As he kissed me deeply again, tongue driven deep in my mouth, he plunged his still hard cock back in my ass and began to pump away on his cum lubed cock. I could feel my third orgasm building, and moments later as he began to stroke my stiff eight incher, my load shot all over my belly. Our lips broke away as Will greedily licked my load off of my belly like a dog licks peanut butter off a finger. After another deep kiss with him sharing my warm cum from his mouth, we drifted off to sleep.
I awoke the next morning from one of the deepest, relaxing sleeps I had enjoyed in quite a while. As the filtered sunlight poured in through the window in my room, I glanced over to see an empty pillow next to me. On the pillow was a note from Will, which read:
Johnny,
Sorry I had to leave so early this morning. Had to get back home to prepare for my presentation at work on Monday. Thank you for a wonderful night! Good luck with “fixing” Trevor. I’m sure you’ll get him under control and straightened out. Just remember who loves you! Oh, and to make sure that you’ll behave and remember just who “owns” your boys, I am the key holder. I trust you will comply. Hope your novel goes well this week.
See you Friday night.
Love you, Will.
What the fuck did he mean about being my boys’ key holder? No sooner did I utter the words “key holder” under my breath, when I realized the pain in my groin, the pain of an erection that just wasn’t happening. As I pulled back the sheets, it took me a minute to comprehend just what had happened while I was sleeping before Will left: My cock, straining to get hard, was firmly encased in a stainless-steel chastity device. My hefty ball sack was stretched out underneath my cock, which was straining to break free from the inch-long metal tube that had a dome-like wire cage covering the head of my cock. The whole cock cage looked to be about an inch and a half long and was attached to a pretty good-sized ergonomic ring that encompassed my shaft and my entire hairy scrotum. I tried to take the cock cage part off, but to my disbelief, a brass colored apparatus with a small tab that angled to my groin confirmed my worst fears: Will, who lived nearly 200 miles away, had made sure that not only would I not be fucking Trevor, or anyone else, but I would not have the ability to get sucked off, jacked off, or worse off, any chance of having an orgasm or ejaculation. I was fucked.
A few weeks later, I was just about ready to head with Will to see a musical at one of the local theaters, when my cell phone buzzed. Looking at the number, I saw it was Heather, Trevor’s mother. Reluctantly, I answered the phone. She apologized for calling me but said she didn’t know who else to call. Trevor had been arrested. He violated an order of protection against his now ex-girlfriend, Amber. Heather went on to explain that he got mad and punched her in the face at a party, and she promptly filed the order of protection against him. Like a dumb ass, two days later, this morning, he showed up at her doorstep with flowers and asked for forgiveness. Instead of reconciling, he got a trip downtown. She would have bailed him out, but she and Connor had gone to Georgia to care for her sick mother, and they would not be back for two more weeks. Knowing that I’d dealt with him before and straightened him out, I agreed to help her out and put up bail for him first thing in the morning. She agreed that it would be good for him to sit in jail overnight to think about what he’d done. My cock began to stir in my boxers at the idea of rekindling the punishment of Trevor that was soon about to commence all over again.
Will wasn’t very happy about me getting together with Trevor again. On our way to the musical, I explained to him that we were exclusive, and I didn’t want to jeopardize our relationship. He whispered into my ear at intermission that while he wasn’t worried, he would make sure I wouldn’t violate our relationship. That night, when we returned to my house, between shooting my second and third load of the night, this time with Will’s nine-inch dick firmly planted in quivering ass, after he deposited his third load deep inside my bowels he leaned over and kissed me before pulling out and said “Remember what we have, Johnny. I’m not willing to lose you over some 20-year-old pain in the ass twink who can’t stay out of trouble.” Returning his deep kiss, I told him that I would do whatever he wanted to make sure that I would remain faithful to him. As he kissed me deeply again, tongue driven deep in my mouth, he plunged his still hard cock back in my ass and began to pump away on his cum lubed cock. I could feel my third orgasm building, and moments later as he began to stroke my stiff eight incher, my load shot all over my belly. Our lips broke away as Will greedily licked my load off of my belly like a dog licks peanut butter off a finger. After another deep kiss with him sharing my warm cum from his mouth, we drifted off to sleep.
I awoke the next morning from one of the deepest, relaxing sleeps I had enjoyed in quite a while. As the filtered sunlight poured in through the window in my room, I glanced over to see an empty pillow next to me. On the pillow was a note from Will, which read:
Johnny,
Sorry I had to leave so early this morning. Had to get back home to prepare for my presentation at work on Monday. Thank you for a wonderful night! Good luck with “fixing” Trevor. I’m sure you’ll get him under control and straightened out. Just remember who loves you! Oh, and to make sure that you’ll behave and remember just who “owns” your boys, I am the key holder. I trust you will comply. Hope your novel goes well this week.
See you Friday night.
Love you, Will.
What the fuck did he mean about being my boys’ key holder? No sooner did I utter the words “key holder” under my breath, when I realized the pain in my groin, the pain of an erection that just wasn’t happening. As I pulled back the sheets, it took me a minute to comprehend just what had happened while I was sleeping before Will left: My cock, straining to get hard, was firmly encased in a stainless-steel chastity device. My hefty ball sack was stretched out underneath my cock, which was straining to break free from the inch-long metal tube that had a dome-like wire cage covering the head of my cock. The whole cock cage looked to be about an inch and a half long and was attached to a pretty good-sized ergonomic ring that encompassed my shaft and my entire hairy scrotum. I tried to take the cock cage part off, but to my disbelief, a brass colored apparatus with a small tab that angled to my groin confirmed my worst fears: Will, who lived nearly 200 miles away, had made sure that not only would I not be fucking Trevor, or anyone else, but I would not have the ability to get sucked off, jacked off, or worse off, any chance of having an orgasm or ejaculation. I was fucked.
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