The Keyholder

Chapter One

 

“I have to make a call before this goes any further,” Sam said as he broke off his kiss from Debra.?”

The frustrated brunette groaned and turned away from the man she had been dating. While Debra didn’t consider herself overly promiscuous, this was her third date with Sam and she had decided it was time for them to go to bed together. She wasn’t going to waste any more of her time on a guy she wasn’t sexually compatible with. “Really?” she complained. “A phone call? We’ve been making out and I really want to have sex and you need to call someone. Please don’t tell me it’s your mommy because I’ll walk out the door.” As it was she stood up from the couch and adjusted her shirt and bra. It was one thing to be gentlemanly, but in Debra’s opinion Sam was veering well off into saving it for marriage territory and she didn’t date men who had such backwards morals.

“No, no, it’s not,” he promised to her. “It’s…uh…to my cousin’s fiancée.”

Debra arched an eyebrow. That was a little trick she had learned years ago. Men found it both intriguing and frustrating when she did it. “Why her?”

Sam quickly dialed the number on his cellphone that he had pulled from his pants pocket. “Uh…I’ll let her explain.”

Debra dropped her eyebrow. “Let her explain?” She had felt a certain hardness in his lap while they were making out but it had been too hard for his cock. The cell phone made a perfect explanation.

If he heard her question, Sam ignored it to talk on the phone. “Yeah. It’s time. Of course I’m nervous. We’ll wait.”

“We’ll wait for what?” Debra interrupted.

“Don’t worry. We won’t have to wait long,” Sam said to her as he disconnected the call.

“You’re starting to piss me off,” said Debra.

Before Sam could answer her, the doorbell to Sam’s apartment rang. “That’s her,” he announced and exited the living room to answer the door, leaving a very confused Debra alone to consider walking out on him.

She was just about to put her shoes back on from where she had kicked them off under the couch when Sam returned with a tall, attractive blond woman. “Debra, this is Kathleen, she’s my…uh…my cousin’s fiancée.”

The tall blonde frowned at him while Debra just eyed the woman she now considered her rival. “Sam, remember what we talked about? You need to be forthright.”

He nodded. “Yeah, okay.” He took a breath, turned to Debra and grabbed her hand before saying, “Debra, Kathleen in my keyholder.”

“What the fuck’s a keyholder?” Debra was now ready to leave. She wasn’t sure what game Sam was playing, but she was done with it.

In response Kathleen held up a key ring that was attached to a leather fob. Two strange keys dangled from it. “Obviously a person who holds keys,” she explained.

“Yeah. Great.” Debra was nonplussed.

“You’d better show her,” Kathleen told Sam.

He nodded and looked down but that didn’t prevent Debra from seeing the man she had been dating, who always before had acted with the sort of confidence and boldness she liked, now had a face flushed red with embarrassment. “We’re waiting,” Kathleen prompted him.

“Right,” he muttered and then quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled down both pants and underwear to mid-thigh, exposing his cock. Or rather, it would have exposed his cock if it had not been concealed and contained by a small plastic device. It twitched gently as his flesh tried to get hard but couldn’t because of the restrictive case.

“What the fuck is that?” blurted out Debra.

“Just a little cock cage,” Kathleen told her. Debra was shocked when Kathleen reached out and manipulated Sam’s cock back and forth, showing it off. Only now did Debra note that Sam was all but devoid of pubic hair. “A secret that is too well-kept is that a man who has his sexuality controlled by a woman is much happier and a much better lover than one who has easy access to his cock.”

Debra closed her eyes and looked away from Sam’s contained cock. She needed to focus her thoughts because this was a little beyond her sexual experience. “What are you talking about?” In the back of her mind she kept thinking she should leave, but found her feet were rooted to the floor.

“I’m Sam’s keyholder. I get to decide when he gets to use his cock. Essentially I control who he has sex with. He gets to make requests, of course, but I’m the ultimate authority.” She knelt down and selected one of the keys from the ring. There was a lock integrated into the device that Sam was wearing. It took her several tries to slip the key into the slot. “He’s requested to have sex with you and because it’s been a long time since he’s had sex with a woman, I’ve approved it. You should feel honored. He’ll be very eager to please you.”

“This is fucked up. I’m leaving,” Debra declared.

“Please don’t,” Sam begged. Kathleen said nothing. She sprung the lock and slipped the device free of Sam’s manhood. In two heartbeats his cock was sticking up; he was erect and ready for whatever was offered. “I know this is weird, but please…”

“I’m not getting involved in whatever weird sex game you two are playing,” Debra declared but didn’t move from her spot. “You told me you weren’t seeing anyone right now,” she said in an accusatory tone to Sam.

“I’m not seeing Kathleen—or anyone else!” Sam insisted. “She’s just my keyholder.”

“Let me explain,” Kathleen said as she stood up and placed Sam’s cock cage on the coffee table. It was clear plastic and from the way she handled it, the device was obviously rigid and well-crafted. “You’ll notice I didn’t grab Sam’s cock the moment it was free. I don’t have any real interest in having sex with him. I have a fiancé I’m in love with, and that’s Sam’s cousin Thomas. I’m Thomas’s keyholder as well. It’s a lot of work being the keyholder to two men and we’d love to find Sam a keyholder of his own.”

“I’m not into threesomes,” Debra said, though that was not the issue.

“I didn’t ask you to be,” Kathleen replied. “But aren’t you the least bit curious as to why a man would have a cage on his cock? What type of man has a woman control his sexuality?”

Although these thoughts had never before occurred to Debra, they were nagging at her now. “I suppose…”

“Let me tell you a story.” She glanced down at Sam’s still erect cock. “Pull up your pants, Sam. Your erection isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.” He did so and Kathleen sat down on the edge of the one armchair in the small living room. She indicated for the couple to sit on the sofa and they did so, side by side, but not touching.

“This goes back to me and Thomas. It’s a love story if that helps you.”

Debra shrugged.

“It was a few years ago…”

 

 

Chapter Two

 

“What are you doing?” Kathleen asked. She had walked in on Thom in the bedroom of the apartment they had just rented together. He normally got home from work an hour before her, so it was to be expected that he would be alone. What she didn’t expect was to find him jerking off in their bed.

Thom sat bolt upright, his hard dick in his hand, and made a half-hearted attempt at covering up the fact he had been masturbating. She looked at him expectantly. “Um…beating the bishop?” he asked trying to sound like a schoolboy caught skipping class.

“Honestly. Like we weren’t going to have sex tonight anyway,” she said rolling her eyes and turning around. “Get dressed when you’re finished.” She walked out of the room.

The excitement of the moment was gone and Thom didn’t want to cum any longer. He put his clothes back on and walked out to the kitchen where Kathleen had started dinner.

“Sorry about that,” he told her.

“Yeah. It’s fine.” It probably wasn’t fine, Thom thought judging by how enthusiastically she was chopping the onion on the cutting board. He stayed far enough away from her knife so that he was out of range, just in case. “Jesus, do you have to have it constantly? We had sex this morning. And I told you we were going to do it again tonight.” That was the euphoria of having their own apartment after having lived with roommates in small apartments for too many years.

“Um. Yeah, sort of. Not constantly, of course. But a lot. Like three or four times a day.”

“Shit, Thom. You need to get ahold of yourself.”

“That’s the problem isn’t it?” he joked.

She stopped chopping the vegetables and stared at him, long and hard, with the knife in her hand.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “But you don’t realize how bad it is for me sometimes.”

Kathleen had little sympathy for him as she set on chopping up two green peppers. “It’s not like I’ve ever really told you no.”

While that wasn’t entirely true, it was close to it. Exclusive of monthly periods and the occasional illness, from the time they had started dating Kathleen had never told Thom no to sex. She also initiated it as much as he did. She wasn’t a prude and was proud of it.

“I know, I know, but sometimes I just have this need for release and I don’t want to be bothered having sex with you—or anyone—just to cum.”

After adding some olive oil to the skillet she had heated up, the chopped onions and peppers were tossed in along with some minced garlic. “Being an adult means having some self-control,” she told him as she stirred the ingredients. “It’s not just having a job and a place to live that you pay for yourself.”

“I know,” he agreed.

“What do you intend to do about it?”

“I’m coming up with a plan.” He started opening the cans of tomatoes she had set out. No discussion of duties was necessary.

“I expect a concrete answer tomorrow night.”

Thom nodded as he picked up the kitchen shears and started cutting up the whole tomatoes in the can. He already knew what his answer would be. Telling it to Kathleen would be the hard part.

 

“This? This is your answer?” Kathleen asked him.

Thom was all but shaking. He had his laptop open on the kitchen table and they were sitting side by side at the table. Thom had one hand tucked under his thigh because he was so afraid at what he was showing to her fiancée that he didn’t trust his hand not to shake. “Yes,” he answered.

“This is silly,” she said. “This is a sex game to get you off.”

He slowly shook his head. “No. No it’s not. Do you think I want to wear a chastity belt?”

She pointed at the screen where a website was advertising a plastic cock cage. “Well, obviously yes.”

Thom found himself getting angry. “Do you know what it’s like?” he asked her, his voice barely controlled with anger. “Having to beat off three times a day—or more? I’ve done that ever since I’ve hit puberty. I can’t control it. I’ve tried! Do you know how many times I’ve gotten caught jerking it in college? Everyone in my dorm thought I had a real problem. I know where every bathroom in my office is, private or not, so I can jerk off in relative peace when I need to. That’s my big fear at work, getting caught whacking it and getting fired, but not getting fired because I’m incompetent.”

“Jeez, all right already. If you want to be like a medieval princess and wear a chastity belt, I’m not going to tell you no.”

“It’s not a chastity belt,” Thom insisted. “It’s a cock cage.”

“Chastity cage,” she settled on.

“And you need to be strong for me,” he told her. “Once I put on the lock, you can’t just take it off because I ask. You need to tell me no and only let me out when you want to have sex.”

“I want to have sex a lot,” she pointed out.

“Then I’ll just wear it during the day and you can release me at night at home.”

“Agreed,” she said and stuck out her hand at him. Almost automatically he shook it, which felt silly but some ceremony was needed to seal the deal.

 

The plastic toy arrived a few days later along with a small padlock and a pair of keys. Kathleen laughed and giggled as she tried to get Thom’s average and she thought perfectly adequate cock into the device. There were several parts and a ring that went behind his balls along with some spacers to make it fit correctly. It took her several attempts along with his assistance to figure out how it worked even before they tried to put it on his body.

“Well it’s too small,” she declared after putting the ring behind his balls but was unable to put the shaft into the cage proper because he was mostly erect at that point. “You should have ordered a bigger size.”

“You’re supposed to order small,” he said. “That way you can’t slip out.” He felt a little silly standing naked in front of her while she was seated on a kitchen chair.

“Uh-huh,” she said doubtfully as she gently slapped the side of his cock. It bounced back and forth slightly. “How do you propose getting inside this little thing?” she asked, but before he could answer, she snapped her fingers. “Wait. I’ve got it. I’ll give you a blowjob. After you cum you’ll be small and soft again.” She started to lean forward to take his cock into her mouth, but he pulled away.

“No, no. Some ice. That’ll shrink me up.”

Kathleen looked at him strangely. It was the first time that Thom had ever passed up a blowjob, but this was his kink and she went along with his wishes. She pulled a bag of frozen corn and a bag of frozen peas from the freezer and applied them to his erect cock. It took a minute, but eventually the firmness disappeared and he slowly, steadily, shrank down to normal dimensions, and then he shrank to a size that Debra considered to be a cute afterthought. With his penis so small it was easy to slip it into the curved, clear plastic sheath and lock the whole package together.

When it was done they both looked at the device hanging on his body.

“Looks a bit ridiculous if you ask me,” said Kathleen.

“Yeah,” he absently agreed. “It feels weird too.”

“How long do you intend to wear it?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” he answered. His voice was unfocused. “That’s kind of up to you because you have the keys to the lock.”

“Right.” Her brow furrowed. “How are you going to pee in it?”

“There’s a slot at the front for that.” He picked up the cage and displayed it to her as if she hadn’t been handling it for the past twenty minutes and missed that particular feature.

“It’ll get messy is what I meant.”

“It’ll wash. I’ll keep it clean.”

Kathleen reached out and poked the plastic cage with her index finger, moving it first to one side and then the other. Thom stood still and let her manipulate it. Without realizing it, a smile crept across Kathleen’s face and she felt a little rush of power that went straight to her pussy. She wasn’t ashamed to admit she got a little wetter than normal for what was essentially foreplay. “What if I’m horny?” she asked. “How do I get my rocks off?”

Thom answered honestly. “I’ve got my fingers and mouth. If that doesn’t work there’s always your vibrator.”

It was strange for Kathleen to feel so in control of a sexual situation. Always before in her sex life she had either been an equal to her partner or, far too often, had been the object he had used. It wasn’t that she minded being tied up every once in a while, but she wanted to be the one in charge a bit more often. And now, suddenly, she was in charge. “Come on,” she said, standing up from the chair and walking toward the bedroom. “I’m feeling the need for a bit of release.”

Thom stood stock still for a minute, and then quickly chased after his girlfriend. By the time he reached the bedroom she had already removed her dress and was lying down on the bed with her hand in her panties. He pulled those off her body, pushed her legs wide open, and set to eating her pussy with a vigor he hadn’t had in a long time. Normally Kathleen had a bit of difficulty cumming from oral sex alone, but this time it turned out to be a fairly easy endeavor for her.

“Oh god that was good,” she gasped as he pulled back from her pussy. She pulled him up to her face and kissed his wet lips, tasting the tang of her quim. “More,” she urged him. “Make me cum more.”

Between his hands and mouth and her vibrator, Thom managed to get her off four more times before Kathleen pled exhaustion and soreness. “What about me?” he asked as he put her hand on his plastic encased cock. There was a bit of swelling inside the clear plastic and she could feel the heat of his body through the thin material, but because she was so fully satisfied, she wasn’t the least bit tempted to free him from his self-imposed prison.

“Not tonight dear, I’m worn out,” she told him as she got out of bed and went to her dresser.

“You’re really going to leave me hanging like this?” He gestured to his cock.

“Yes,” she said without looking up from her jewelry case. “Isn’t that what you wanted?” She selected an old, sturdy necklace she didn’t wear any longer and slipped the two keys to his padlock onto it and then put the necklace on.

“Sort of, but not really,” he complained as he watched her. Normally after sex Kathleen’s pussy was dripping with his jism but not tonight. That pleased her. When Thom looked at his cock he saw a bit of precum had oozed out and was sticking to the inside of the plastic. He also had to pee and headed to the bathroom.

While he was busy Kathleen put on a comfortable nightgown and settled down for the night. His keys were safely kept on the chain around her neck; she could feel the hard metal between her breasts.

In the bathroom Thom decided that sitting down to pee was probably his best bet. It took him several minutes to calm himself before he could actually generate any urine and when he did, it seemed to spray everywhere because the slit at the end of his cock hadn’t lined up perfectly with the small opening at the end of the plastic cage. He managed to get all the piss into the toilet, but then spent the next few minutes washing his cage and cock in the sink using a cup and pouring cold water over his manhood until he judged it was clean.

By the end of the process he was starting to completely rethink what he had gotten himself into. Coming back into the bedroom where Kathleen was waiting under the blankets, he pulled a pair of sleeping pants from his dresser, but she stopped him. “No, don’t put those on. I want you naked next to me.”

He grinned. “Okay.” When he slipped under the covers he was disappointed to find she was wearing a nightgown. “Hey!” he protested.

“I like it like this,” she told him, grabbing his caged cock and holding it in her hand. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“Not really.”

“Well, I’m holding your key right now, so I get to make the rules.”

“I’m not sure I like your rules.”

“Maybe tomorrow we’ll change things up,” she told him.

“You want me to wear this all night?” he complained.

“Yes. That way you won’t wake me up for sex in the middle of the night, and if you wake up, you won’t go to the bathroom to beat off. Think of how horny you’ll be in the morning,” she promised him.

He sighed. Thom knew that waiting only increased desire and it had to be a sacrifice he was willing to make.

In the morning Kathleen woke up invigorated and refreshed. “How did you sleep?” she asked her boyfriend. Colin groaned and rolled away from her. She poked him in the kidney and repeated her question.

“I’m awake,” he complained. “I slept lousy.”

“Why?”

“Every time I got a boner in the night I woke up because it hurt so bad.” He was talking to the wall but she could hear the agony in his voice.

“I thought that the cage kept you from getting hard.”

“It does. That’s the problem. When I started to get hard, I’d wake up because it hurt because my boner was weaker than the cage.”

Kathleen clucked her tongue in sympathy. “Well, you wanted this.” She kissed his shoulder. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you out of your cage tonight and we can have sex like a real couple.”

“Promise?” he said hopefully, turning back to her.

“Promise,” she swore. “If you’re a good boy. I’d suggest a cold shower before you go to work because you’re not getting out of there anytime today.”

What followed was the most painful day of Thom’s life. The cold shower woke him up and abated his lust for a bit, but by the time he arrived at the office, his cock was up to no good again and every attractive woman that walked by distracted him and made his cock try to get hard.

As a consequence he spent a lot of time in the bathroom that day. He knew there was a way to manipulate his cock and get the plastic cage off, but with his near-constant turgid state, that proved to be impossible. He grabbed some ice cubes from the refrigerator break room and snuck them into the bathroom for a bit of relief, but he didn’t accomplish much more than getting his underwear wet. When Gina commented how much time he was spending in the bathroom, it was out of concern for his health. He claimed an upset stomach; that was less embarrassing than the truth.

By the time he got home he was at wit’s end. Remembering his promise to Kathleen he quickly picked up the apartment, washed the dishes, and started dinner before she arrived home.

“Holy shit,” she exclaimed after walking into their home, saw the table set, and smelled dinner cooking. “I think I might keep you caged for a while longer. I could grow to like this.”

After dinner, after cleanup, after Kathleen judged that Thom had been a very good boy, she summoned him into the bedroom and pulled the keys out from inside her shirt. “Strip.”

Thom had never gotten out of his clothes so quickly in all his life. He stood proudly before her, his cage filled to bursting with his struggling cock.

“That looks painful,” she commented at the purplish-red color of his manhood.

“Just a bit,” he admitted.

She went to put the key in the lock, but paused before inserting it. “Maybe I should keep you locked up a bit longer,” she thought out loud. “You made me cum so many times last night and tonight has been a wonderful night as well.” She tapped the small key against the plastic shell that was keeping him, barely, contained.

“No,” he begged. “Please let me out.”

“I shouldn’t let you out because you ask for it. You have to earn it.” She smiled wickedly. The power he had given over to her was going right to her head and her pussy. At that moment Kathleen knew she would happily play this game with Thom for the rest of her life.

“I did earn it,” he insisted. “Chores, dinner, cleaning up. I was good.”

She laughed at him. “So you were. Next time I won’t make it so easy to earn your release.” She slipped the key in and sprang the lock. Getting the small padlock out of the cage was easy. The hard part proved, quite literally, to be sliding the curved shaft from Thom’s cock. He was so engorged that it was almost impossible to pull the device free of his flesh. He wanted to harden and straighten out his cock while the cage was curved and didn’t want to release him. Kathleen giggled at his predicament. “Maybe I should get the frozen corn?” she suggested.

“No, no, I can do this,” Thom insisted as he carefully manipulated the plastic cage from his manhood. Eventually it came free and his cock sprang erect and proud from his body. The hinged retaining ring was easy to remove and an instant later Thom was on top of Kathleen, pressing her to the bed, tearing away her clothes.

Though she wouldn’t admit it to Thom, she loved the way he was ravishing her. He didn’t use any special foreplay techniques, he just got her naked as quickly as possible, stuck his face into her pussy to make sure she was good an wet—she had been well-lubricated since she had walked into the apartment—and then plunged his cock into her body. The first fuck was quick and fierce and satisfying to them both.

“That’s it?” Kathleen teased after Thom came two minutes after he entered her. She had cum as well, but it was easy to hide her pleasure from her boyfriend when he was so wrapped up in his own pleasure.

“I can fuck you again,” he declared. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes, please.”

With little effort Thom’s cock rose to the occasion and their second fuck was much more leisurely and much more satisfying. It had been years since Thom had gone an entire day without sex or masturbation and he was determined to make up for lost time.

After she cleaned up in the bathroom, Thom was waiting for her in the bed and this time she deigned to suck his cock a little, but only enough to get it sufficiently hard to penetrate her pussy. The third fuck was for Thom to prove to himself that he could still go three times in one evening.

In the morning Kathleen was waiting, seated patiently on the edge of the bed, as Thom emerged from showering wearing only a towel. In her hand was the plastic chastity device. “Come over here,” she gestured to him. They had fucked when they had woken up and so Thom didn’t get immediately hard when her intent became obvious.

“I don’t think I need to wear that today.”

“I think you do,” she insisted. “You’ve told me that you jerk off in the bathrooms at work. I don’t think I can trust you not to. You need to wear the cage.” She tapped the cage with her fingers. “Drop you towel.”

Thom’s mouth had gone dry and he tried to swallow but couldn’t. He did as she said and showed her his stiffening cock.

“See?” she asked. “We had sex fifteen minutes ago and already you want it again. Go get some ice and we’ll take care of this little problem.”

Ten minutes later Thom was looking down at his contained cock and wondered what he had gotten himself into. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” Kathleen asked as she patted his naked ass on the way to the shower.

Thom looked into the mirror and wondered if it truly was what he wanted.

 

 

Chapter Three

 

It surprised Thom how easily they fell into a routine of dealing with his sexuality. With his cock contained he was much more focused at work and at home. His boss appreciated his attention to detail and Kathleen appreciated how much he did for her. The most difficult part of their new dynamic was learning how to properly use the chastity device.

It took some experimentation, but eventually they settled into a pattern of Thom wearing the cunning little device all day at work, Kathleen releasing him when she arrived at home, and then putting him back into the device at night. They both knew the temptation for him to slip away from the bed in the middle of the night to jerk off was too great. He still woke up with the occasional painful attempted erection, but that was a price he was willing to pay.

For the few hours he was released, sex was off the table. Or at least sex for him was off the table. Quite often Kathleen would demand oral service or have him use a vibrator on her or ask that he make her cum with his fingers. Kathleen found she was living a rich sex life without the annoyance of a penis constantly trying to get into her pussy. Even better, the lack of an active penis in their relationship meant that her pussy wasn’t regularly dirtied by his cum.

There were the occasional slip ups on Thom’s part. On the occasions he went down on his girlfriend he was supposed to leave his cock alone. No touching. It was fine for him to get an erection, but actually pleasuring himself was forbidden. The still tried of course. He was only human and only a man. When she discovered what he was doing, Kathleen would stop all activity, got to the freezer and get the ice bag. That she would drape over his cock until the swelling went down and she could slip him back into chastity. Once on she wouldn’t listen to any requests for removal for a full twenty four hours. It took a few failures on Thom’s part before he finally learned his lesson that the cock attached to his body was truly the possession of Kathleen.

In the mornings Thom was allowed to shower with the chastity cage off but while under Kathleen’s watchful eye. Hygiene, they quickly learned, was an important part of keeping his cock caged.

Kathleen set up what she thought was a fairly random pattern of letting him out of his cage and allowing him to have sex with her. She never gave him any warning and simply expected him to perform to her satisfaction. He always did which left her with a wet and sloppy pussy because he wouldn’t fuck her just once and be put away into his cage; he would fuck three, four, or five times in the course of an evening or, if she was kind enough and he was lucky enough, over a Saturday or Sunday. He never complained about having to go back into his device afterwards because he was so sore and exhausted.

Once in a while Kathleen would have to delay his release because he asked to have sex with her or,