Note from the author:

Thank you, dear readers, for your appreciation. It has spurred me on to write more parts of this story, and hopefully, you will like it..

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He was eyeing me hungrily as I struggled against my restraints. My hands were tied above my head, my ankles restrained to the ends of the bed and my chastity cage on full display.

I felt his gaze on me as he walked up to me and seductively ran his fingers on my exposed skin. All O could do is whimper is frustration as my penis struggled against it’s captor. He was wearing just his underwear, showing his toned physique, only making me weaker. He picked up the riding crop and slashed across my torso. I cried out, but the ball gag on my mouth muffled my voice.

He walked right up to me, and looked right into my eyes. Keeping his gaze fixed, he cupped my balls with his hand and squeezed hard. I winced in pain and pleasure and I closed my eyes and the sensations washed over me.

“Whoa!”

I was jolted back to reality as I heard my roommate’s voice. I suddenly realised I was standing with my underwear pulled down and my cage exposed in front of my roommate. My little day-dream had only added to the discomfort as my cock tried to erect. I was a little flushed as I stood there, awkardly, as if standing for inspection in front of him. That wondered wasn’t helpful either.

Just as awkwardly and quickly I pulled up my underwear and shorts and sat down in the sofa opposite him.

“I don’t know if you understand this, but the whole situation here is entirely awkward. I never thought something like this would happen! I try so hard to keep this side of me under wraps in front of everyday people.”

He didn’t seem particularly fazed, however.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it. I have kinks of my own, but this one’s new to me. From knowing nothing about it, I took in so much information in such a short time that I can barely think about anything else! And guess what, all this has really excited me!”

“Still”, I said, “it wasn’t right to expose you to my kink without your consent.”

“I understand, but it’s okay. I mean, we’ve shared a lot with each other, this probably isn’t the greatest leap..”

Maybe he was right. We certainly have shared more than you’d reasonably expect two male roommates to. We’ve lounged about in our underwear, talked in detail about sex lives and aspirations, and even helped each other out with dates. He was one of the first people I told about my bisexuality, and he was very calm and understanding about it. Or was he…

But the crucial task at hand was his assertion that he wanted to be my ‘keyholder’.

“Do you really understand what a keyholder is?”, I asked him. “Do you understand the commitment. We’re good friends, but there hasn’t really been anything…sexual between us.”

“Well, I read that keyholding can be platonic too! I’m just helping you achieve your fantasy, that’s all! It doesn’t have to sexual.”

Tell that to my daydreams, I wondered.

He continued, “All you have to do is give me the keys, and all I have to do is keep them safe and not give it you even if you beg. Have I got it right?”

“It isn’t just that. Keyholding, it required trust. I trust you to keep them safe and I trust you to keep me on the path and don’t let me stray. That’s what it is. It’s a commitment, from both of us.”

He seemed to think about it a little, and then spoke up again. “How about we give it a trial? 48 hours. That should be enough time for understanding and to see if this would work or not. “

I was a little bit hesitant already, and his assertion about a platonic chastity somehow seemed to unnerve me more. My imagination was running wild, though, and I couldn’t withstand the temptation. I had to give in.

“Okay, 48 hours it is. You already have one key, and I will give you the others too.”

Fuck, I hope this works out, because if not, I’ll probably have to move and never speak with him again!

I continued, “So although I jave tried chastity for quite some time now, I haven’t done this with someone else. I’m new to this too. All my reading has given me some idea, though, so let’s see how this goes.”

“That’s great. Oh, do we need a safe word?”, he asked.

I was a bit surprised.

“I’m not really sure if we do. That’s usually beeded when we’re doing extreme BDSM stuff. But I think it’s better to have one, in case I end up facing some issues. Why don’t you choose the safe word?”

“Shouldn’t you choose the word? Since you’re the one in the cage and all.”

Oh, I was aware alright that I was the one in the cage here…

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. How about ‘tranquilo’?”

“Sounds good to me.”

I got up and went to my room. My heart was pounding incredibly loud, one could almost hear it thumping againt my chest. I opened the cupboard door and paused for a second. Was I really about to do this?

Once I hand over the keys, there would be no turning back. My life would be changed forever, even if it didn’t work out. This fantasy of mine was about to come true, and nothing would be the same again.

Before I chickened out, I quickly pulled out the drawer and picked up the keys. Closing the cupboard, I stepped out into the hallway. It was like the entire apartment was deathly quiet. My footsteps and the light jingle of the keys seemed extremely loud.

I came up to my roommate and handed him the key. This was it. My first keyholder.

He took out the key had pocketed earlier and added it to the ring that held the other copies. He put them in his pocket and looked at me.

“Now, I am your master. Why don’t you get rid of those shorts?”

I was taken aback by his sudden change of tone.

“What? I thought this was platonic?”

“Oh, it is. But that doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun. Now strip, and then kneel too. And call me master.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. I was screaming internally, and a mixture of fear, anticipation and utter exhilaration filled my mind. Slowly, I stood up, and started stripping. I pulled out my shorts and shimmied out of them, before then removing my tee. Finally, I pulled down my underwear, and I stood before him, naked, but for the cage. He had seen me in just my underwear before, but this was different.

He wasn’t my roommate anymore. He was my master. I knew then, that this wasn’t gonna end in 48 hours.

I knelt down, and bowed my head.

“Yes, master.”