Straight College Buddy Spanks Gay Guy in Dorm Room

Keith sat on his dorm room bed with a textbook in his lap and stared at his handsome, shirtless roommate, Roger, as Roger did pushups in the center of the room and counted to 30, exhaling loudly as he exerted himself. Roger was shorter than Keith with a slim body and a military haircut. Even though they were attending a small private college in Virginia, Roger’s military bearing always gave Keith a feeling that he was at boot camp. Roger was a very disciplined fellow who scheduled his life so that he could excel in scholastics while also representing the school on the soccer team. When Roger was on the soccer field, he was a very capable and nimble player, but off the field he carried himself with a rather aloof expression, and he didn’t make friends easily.

Keith was on the soccer team also, and the two young men had known each other for years. Keith reflected on the conversation he wanted to have with Roger, and wondered how Roger would react to what he wanted to say.

Roger finished his pushups and stood. Keith grabbed a tennis ball from the bedside table next to him and tossed it to him. “Hey, catch.”

Roger caught the ball and threw it back, aiming it at Keith’s genitals, but not forcefully. Keith caught it easily, and threw it back at Roger’s genitals, just as Roger was sitting on his own bed. “Hah, you missed,” he said.

“So did you,” said Roger, catching the ball before it could hit a sensitive area.

“I want to talk with you,” said Keith.

“What’s up?” replied Roger.

“I want to talk about our deal,” said Keith.

“What about it?” asked Roger.

“I want something different,” said Keith.

“Oh, God,” replied Roger. “I’m off limits. I’m straight. I’m your straight friend, remember? I still like girls. I still want to get married someday and have children.”

“Will you listen to me?” said Keith. “I know you’re straight. I’m the one who gives you advice on your dating relationships, remember? I’m the one who arranged a blind date for you with that girl who has the horse farm. Anyway, I’m tired of keeping my sexuality a secret.”

“That was our deal, remember? You wanted everyone to think you were straight while you were in college, and I was supposed to be the only person who knew your secret. I don’t know why I agreed to be your roommate anyway, except that the school assigned us to be roommates, and you were the only person I knew at this school when I arrived, and our parents have been friends since they were in college. You’ve always seemed more like a cousin to me, like a relative. So, what has changed? Why do you want something different?”

“The whole world is changing, Roger! People are much more accepting of gay people now. I don’t know why I should continue pretending to be straight,” said Keith.

“I understand what you are saying,” said Roger, “but I’m not ready for this. I don’t want everyone on this floor knowing you are gay. I don’t want our teammates to know either. I can only imagine what my parents would say if they knew.”

“This is my life we are talking about,” replied Keith. These college years are a very important part of it.”

“Of course they are. We thought about this when we decided to be roommates. You are free to find another roommate if you want. Then you can tell people you’re gay if you want. Not that I’m kicking you out. I like you, and I want you to stay — under the terms of our original arrangement.”

“I don’t want to move out,” said Keith. “I like you as a roommate, even if you might seem unreasonable at times. Anyway, I don’t have to tell people I am gay, but I may have a new gay friend.”

“What kind of gay friend?” asked Roger, feeling a bit alarmed.

“I found him on a website for gay guys,” said Keith. He lives in the area.”

“Does the website provide a picture and a description?” asked Roger.

“Yes,” replied Keith. “Do you want to see it?” Keith went over to his desk and sat down at his computer, and Roger followed. After a few clicks of the mouse, a photo appeared with some information.

“Yikes!” said Roger. “He looks like he is ten years older than you.” Roger leaned over the computer and read the information. “This says he likes bondage and spanking! Does this mean what I think? Would he tie you up and spank you?”

Keith turned bright red. “Um, yes. That’s what it means.”

“Is that what you want? You want some guy to tie you up and spank you?” asked Roger, his eyes widening.

Keith looked down at the floor, blushing a bright red, and couldn’t think of how to reply.

“That IS what you want, isn’t it? declared Roger. “Not only are you gay, but you are turned on by kinky stuff like this.” Roger walked back to his bed, laid down and put a pillow over his face. He laid there for a couple of minutes and pictured Keith in this strange man’s apartment, strapped to the other man’s bed and being lashed with the other man’s belt, helpless, hurt and unable to escape. He thought about Keith’s parents and how they would feel if they knew he had allowed Keith to meet a stranger for kinky sex without trying to talk him out of it. Roger sat up on the bed. “This guy scares me,” he said quietly. “I don’t want you to be in danger or have a bad experience.”

“Sometimes you have to take a risk,” said Keith, sounding a bit unsure.

“I have an idea,” said Roger. “This may be the worst idea I have ever had. I don’t know if I should even tell you about it.”

“What??” asked Keith.

“I can’t believe I am even saying this.” Roger paused, having trouble getting the words to come out of his mouth. Keith waited. “I’ll do it.”

“What??” asked Keith. “You’ll do what?”

“I’ll tie you up and spank you if you promise me you won’t hook up with this man you found on the website,” said Roger. This time he turned red at the thought.

“Are you saying you want to tie me up and spank me?” asked Keith.

“Only to keep you out of trouble,” replied Roger.

“How often are you offering to do this? Just once?” asked Keith.

“Maybe we should try it once and see how it goes,” replied Roger.

Keith paused. “When do you want to try it,” he asked, trying not to seem too eager and inwardly reminding himself to breathe. He had had a crush on Roger for years and often dreamed of various sexual adventures involving his best friend. He often wondered if Roger knew what he was thinking.

“Take your clothes off,” commanded Roger. He thought to himself, “Oh, God, I can’t believe I just said that.”

Keith felt faint at the words he heard. He reached for the topmost button on his shirt, and searched his friend’s face for any hint that he was joking. He released the first three buttons, and Roger just stared at him.

“Keep going,” Roger said, as he saw Keith hesitate after the third button. Keith stood up, finished unbuttoning his shirt and threw it in his laundry basket. Then he unbuckled his belt, pulled it through the loops and set it down on his bed. He unfastened his pants and dropped them to the floor, leaving him wearing nothing but his underpants. Keith glanced at Roger and hesitated again.

“Get your bathrobe,” Roger said. Keith looked puzzled, but he obediently retrieved his bathrobe from the closet. “Give me the belt from the bathrobe,” Roger said. Keith pulled the cloth belt through the loops of the bathrobe and handed it to his buddy. “Put your hands out so I can tie your wrists together,” ordered Roger. Keith did as instructed, and Roger tied his wrists with a double knot. Then he led Keith over to the closet and tied him to the closet rod.

Keith stood quivering with excitement as Roger picked up his leather belt from his bed. Keith went to his stereo and inserted a Billy Joel CD. Just as he was about to push the Play button, someone knocked on their door. Roger and Keith looked at each other in alarm. “Get in the closet,” Roger ordered. He closed the closet door as Keith squeezed himself in, still tied to the closet rod. Roger went over and opened the door, not caring that he was shirtless.

Another guy from the floor was at his door, Ted. “Some of us are going out to O’Malley’s for some pizza and be

“Yes,” he replied. “Are you coming with us?” “Not this evening,” Roger answered. “I have other things to do. Ask me later on another day.” “And Keith? Is he nearby?” Ted inquired. “I’ll let him know when I run into him. Perhaps he’ll join you,” said Roger. “Alright, thanks. Catch you later,” replied Ted.

Roger shut the door and took a moment to breathe, feeling relieved that Ted was gone. He then opened the closet, went back to the stereo system, pressed Play, and turned up the volume so it would drown out the noises he planned to make with his belt.

He walked over to Keith and looked down at the front of his friend’s underwear. “You seem a bit soft,” Roger noted. “Do you still want to proceed?” Keith chuckled. “Don’t blame me, do you? I went soft when I heard Ted knocking on the door.” “No, no blame for that,” said Roger. He moved toward the bed and practiced swinging his belt, letting it smack against the mattress. He noticed Keith trembling slightly while standing by the closet. His friend’s hands were reddening from restricted blood flow, and his face had taken on a pale hue.

Roger approached Keith again, lined himself up, and swung the belt with enough force to make solid contact with Keith’s underwear without causing real pain. Keith let out a gasp at the impact and said, “Thank you, Sir.” “What was that?” Roger asked, feeling slightly puzzled. “I said thank you, Sir,” clarified Keith. “You’re thanking me for hitting you with the belt?” queried Roger. “Yes, Sir,” confirmed Keith.

Roger felt his own penis stiffen as he began to sense the authority he held over his friend at that moment. He went back to the bed and practiced a few more swings so Keith could hear them clearly and anticipate the next strike of punishment. When Roger returned to Keith, he pulled the belt back hard and delivered it with greater force. This time, Keith gasped louder but still managed to say, “Thank you, Sir.”

Roger adjusted his grip on the belt and repositioned himself in front of Keith before delivering a few soft taps to his privates using just the tip of the belt. Keith gasped again, this time due to surprise that Roger would be so bold as to touch his restraint area with the leather strip, knowing any pressure there could trigger an erection.

Setting the belt down on the bed, Roger stood silent and still behind Keith, observing his shoulder blades and the peach fuzz on his back. He spotted a blackhead. “Hey, you’ve got a blackhead on your back. Want me to pop it?” he asked. “Yeah, if you want to go ahead,” replied Keith. Roger pressed his fingernails into the spot and watched with satisfaction as it slowly oozed out. He grabbed a tissue, wiped away the oily residue from his friend’s skin, and tossed it in the trash can. Returning to his friend, he quickly gripped the sides of Keith’s underwear and pulled them down to the floor. Then Roger picked up the belt again and used its tip to tap Keith’s penis and balls briefly, watching with amusement as they rose to attention.

Positioning himself behind Keith once more, Roger swatted him several times, observing his buttocks quiver and his skin redden from leather marks. After ten strikes, Roger felt it was time to stop. He stood close to Keith and asked, “Who is your daddy?” Keith blushed and replied, “You are.” “You forgot ‘Sir,’” said Roger. “You are, Sir,” corrected Keith.

Roger continued, “And who knows what’s best for you?” Keith’s face turned a deeper shade of red. “You do, Sir.” “That’s correct,” affirmed Roger approvingly.

He set the belt down and untied Keith from the closet rod. Then he led him over to the wooden chair at his desk, positioning it with its back facing away. “Sit down,” ordered Roger. Keith sat slowly on the leather chair, feeling the soreness in his rear. Roger took his own leather belt and wrapped it several times around Keith’s ankles before securing it. He then pulled down the bathrobe belt that held Keith’s wrists together until he reached the ankle ties, fastening them so Keith was bound in an uncomfortable position. Next, Roger secured him to the back of the chair with his personal leather belt. As Keith trembled slightly from the pressure against his abdomen, Roger stepped back and looked at his friend with satisfaction; only one thing bothered him—Keith’s hair was a bit wild. Since Keith preferred longer hair than Roger did, he wished his roommate had a sharper, more military-style cut.

Suddenly remembering that he kept a restraint trimming kit in the closet, Roger recalled bringing it home to manage his chest hair so he wouldn’t look like a bear. He retrieved the equipment, plugged in the trimmer, and attached clip #3, which would allow him to cut his friend’s hair down to a uniform quarter-inch length. Turning off the stereo while keeping Keith alert to the sound, Roger activated the tool.

“What the hell are you doing?” asked Keith. “Who is your daddy?” inquired Roger again. Keith paused, looking confused. “You are, Sir,” he said after a moment. “And who knows what’s best for you?” pressed Roger repetitiously. “You do, Sir,” replied Keith, sounding somewhat unhappy.

Roger turned the stereo back on and began trimming his roommate’s hair, running the device back and forth across his friend’s head. He watched as excess hair floated down around Keith’s hands, feet, and bathrobe belt. Although he labored over Keith’s head longer than necessary, it was because he enjoyed seeing his friend’s appearance become neat, precise, and military-like. He relished feeling the vibration in his hand and watching his companion remain helpless and powerless. Finally, he switched off the tool and rubbed his hand briefly across Keith’s head to enjoy the sensation of the uniform bristles.

“Now whenever you look in the mirror, you’ll remember who your daddy is and who knows what’s best for you,” Roger stated. “Yes, Sir,” replied Keith. He felt a bit dizzy realizing that his roommate had suddenly transformed into some sort of controlling, slightly twisted buddy who understood his weaknesses and was ready to exploit them fully.

“You can clean up the mess later when I decide to untie you,” said Roger. “Yes, Sir,” acknowledged Keith.

Roger unplugged his trimmer, carefully placed it back in its container, and stored it in the closet. Returning with his black dress shoes and shoe polish kit, he commanded, “Polish my shoes, son.” “Yes, Sir,” replied Keith. Opening the restraint-bound polisher, Keith began working on Roger’s footwear, pulling against his ties as he reached for the necessary items. Each time he shifted in the chair, he felt the soreness in his buttocks and wished he could see what his bottom looked like, wondering how long it would take for the skin to heal.

Roger settled back onto his bed and pulled out a novel from his English literature class. He read—or pretended to—though concentration was difficult as he kept recalling how Keith had trembled and quivered under Roger’s leather belt whipping. After some time, Keith finished polishing, and Roger got up to inspect the work. “Good job, son,” he said. “Thank you, Sir,” replied Keith, feeling a little foolish.

“How is your dick doing?” asked Roger. “I can’t see it with you bent over like that.” “I think I’ve dribbled some precum on the chair,” Keith answered, his face flushing red again. “A pity your hands are tied. Your penis must be feeling a bit anxious for attention, right?” mused Roger. “Yes, Sir,” confirmed Keith, wondering what might happen next.

on the chair between Keith’s legs and shoved it up against Keith’s engorged penis. Roger returned to the bed, picked up his novel and pretended to read again. Periodically he looked over at his naked roommate and watched with amusement the expressions on Keith’s face. “That shaving cream has menthol in it,” he told Keith. “That explains the stinging sensations,” replied Keith. “Are you okay?” asked Roger. “Yes, Sir,” replied Keith. “I just had no idea what you were capable of.” “Neither did I,” replied Roger, shaking his head. After awhile Roger felt some pressure in his bladder and decided to find the bathroom. He grabbed his key and headed for the door. “Where are you going?” asked Keith in surprise. “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” replied Roger, content to leave Keith alone, wondering where he was and what might happen next. Roger locked the door on the way out, leaving his friend naked, bound and alone. Roger headed into the dorm bathroom and entered a stall. He removed his shorts and hung them on the door. Then he sat down naked on the toilet and contemplated his stiffened penis as he waited for the flow of pee. He sat with his head in his hands wondering what to do next. He knew that this evening’s experience had been satisfying for him in a weird, kinky, unexpected way. He also knew that he didn’t want to touch his friend’s penis with any part of his body or vice versa. He didn’t mind that his penis was excited. He didn’t think that his stiffened penis was telling him that he was gay. He knew he liked girls and that he rarely thought about guys as anything other than pals. He knew that he wanted to get married someday and have a family. He also knowned that he liked being Keith’s “daddy.” He had never aspired to that title previously, but this evening he had realized that he could have power over his roommate and keep him in line, using spanking and bondage and sexual teasing to hold Keith in his grip. He liked the slightly-creepy way that Keith always stared at him when he was shirtless. He also knewed that he didn’t like the idea of Keith having sex with strangers. Roger held his penis in his hand and wondered if he should masturbate right there and then. Then he got a better idea. He pulled his pants back on and returned to the room. Keith looked up, or tried to, since he was still bound with his wrists against his ankles. Roger laid down on the bed and sighed, “Yeah, I really needed to piss. All that exertion with the belt, I guess.” Roger smiled, because he had a feeling that Keith needed to pee also, and that Keith was powerless to move without Roger’s help. “I need to pee also,” Keith admitted. “Whose your daddy?” asked Roger as he sat up on the bed. “You are, Sir,” replied Keith. “Okay, good answer, son. I’m going to untie you and give you some more instructions.” “Yes, Sir,” replied Keith. Roger knelt down and untied Keith’s hands. Keith sat up slowly, feeling the pain in his buttocks as he did so. Keith clenched and unclenched his hands a few times to get his circulation moving normally in his slightly-numb hands again. Roger unbuckled Keith’s belt from his ankles and then put it on his bed. “Okay, here are your orders. First you are going to sweep up the hair from the floor. Then you are going to put on your bathrobe, head to the bathroom and take a shower. You are going to take tissues with you. You are going to masturbate in the shower and jizz into the tissues. Then you are going to return to the room and show me your sperm in the tissues. Then we are going to turn off the lights and go to sleep in our own respective beds.” “Yes, Sir,” replied Keith, startled at the strange request involving the sperm inspection. Keith stood up and found tissues to wipe up the shaving cream, suppressing the urge to fondle his erect and aching penis there in the room with the shaving cream immediately. Then he swept up the hair while Roger pretended to read his book. Finally he put on his robe, fastened it, found his shower items and headed to the bathroom. Once the door closed, Roger stripped naked, got the shaving cream and tissue box off the dresser and returned to bed, setting those items next to him on the bedside table. He got a small amount of shaving cream and applied it to his penis, knowing that the menthol would cause some tingling and a full erection. Then he pulled the sheet over him and laid down on the bed and waited for Keith to return. Keith entered the shower stall and pulled the curtain behind him. He hung up his bathrobe on a hook, and turned the water on, but stayed just outside the reach of the spray. He rubbed soap on his hands and obediently masturbated while he played back images of himself tied to the closet rod during restraint while his handsome, shirtless hairy-chested roommate whipped him with a belt. Before long his penis seized with a powerful sensation and he shot a load of semen all over the corner of the shower stall, on the wall, on the floor and on the little seat where he had positioned the tissue. He quickly wiped up the semen as best he could, imagining how embarrassed he would be if someone had walked in and seen it glistening on the floor at his feet. Then he stepped into the warm shower water and enjoyed the spray of warm water as his penis continued to throb sporadically and release a bit more semen. He shampooed his hair and marveled at how short it was and how different it felt. Then he soaped his entire body, rubbing his hands longer than usual on his bottom while he enjoyed the stinging feeling from Roger’s blows. Keith turned off the shower and gingerly toweled himself dry, feeling again the odd sensation of the towel against his cropped head and the stinging feelings emanating from his buttocks. He dried his limp penis and balls as his penis released one last drip of semen. Once he was fully toweled off, he put his robe back on and returned to his room, his semen-soaked tissues in the pocket of his robe. Keith entered the room and saw Roger in bed with his book, still shirtless. The room smelled like shaving cream, and Keith remembered his urge to masturbate after he was untied, his penis aching and covered with shaving cream at the time. Keith walked over to Roger and pulled out the semen-soaked tissues. Roger glanced at them, smiled and said, “Okay, soldier. You can toss them in the trash basket.” “Yes, Sir,” replied Keith. “Now take off your bathrobe, turn off the light and get in your bed. We are sleeping naked tonight,” commanded Roger. “Yes, Sir,” replied Keith, feeling shocked and dazed. Keith did as he was instructed, and pulled his sheet over his naked body. His penis was starting to get hard again, even though he had just come a few minutes earlier. He was tired, though, and feeling sleepy, but every movement in the bed caused a renewed sensation of pain in his buttocks. Keith heard some unfamiliar sounds in the room. Roger pulled his sheet back and reached over for the can of shaving cream. He squirted more of it in his hand and started rubbing his penis. A small amount of light entered the room through the blinds from the streetlights outside, and Keith was amazed to see his roommate naked in the bed in the darkness on the other side of the room stroking his own penis, the shaving cream making little noises as his hand moved back and forth. As Keith’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see Roger’s penis bobbing a bit as he stroked it. He could see Roger’s public hair with a bit of shaving cream in it. He could see Roger’s trimmed chest hair. Roger was putting on a show for him. Keith grabbed his own penis quietly under the sheet and began to stroke it. Suddenly Keith was feeling an overwhelming happy feeling. He had a straight roommate who not only accepted him as a gay person but also wanted to have some sort of strange and exclusive sexual relationship with him. It was mind-bending. [Note: The author of this story is also the author of Intense Restraint, a novel available on Amazon in a Kindle ver

sion and a paperback.]

I admit I love a good chastity/denial story. I skimmed this one and found it void of both. Did you mean to post this to a different Forum or are you just fishing for a sale?

> member_56a3d51043 wrote:Did you mean to post this to a different Forum or are you just fishing for a sale? Are you serious? people really actually hand over money for that!!:x

Umm... did I miss the chastity or denial aspect?

You don't always have to have an actual chastity device to control another person in a sexual manner.

> lookingup wrote: > > member_56a3d51043 wrote:Did you mean to post this to a different Forum or are you just fishing for a sale? > Are you serious? people really actually hand over money for that!!:x Missed the point. Just wondering why the story surfaced on this forum.

> member_1bae3c6f5d wrote:You don't always have to have an actual chastity device to control another person in a sexual manner. Not my type of story but I do agree with his statement. Maybe if I were gay I would enjoy it but I did not.

The afternoon after his S&M encounter with his straight roommate, Keith was studying at his desk when Roger returned from jogging, shirtless and sweaty. “I want to talk with you,” said Roger, grabbing a crumpled shirt off the floor and using it to towel the sweat off his face and hairy chest. “Sure, go ahead,” said Keith, who was giving Roger his full attention, and not just because he had something to say. “I had fun last night, in a weird sort of way,” said Roger. “So did I,” said Keith, his heart starting to pound somewhat. “I don’t want to do that again, though,” said Roger. “You don’t?” asked Keith. “It’s just not who I am or who I want to be,” said Roger. “Besides, we are friends and roommates, and it’s not the kind of relationship I want to have with you.” “Well, I’m glad we are still friends.” “You’ll have to find some other outlet for your needs,” said Roger. “But please be very careful.” “I will, Roger. Don’t worry. I appreciate your concern.” * * * * * Soccer season ended, and several weeks passed by. Roger was packing up some dirty laundry to bring home to his parents’ house. He looked over at Keith, who looked troubled. “What’s the matter, buddy?” asked Roger. “Oh, it’s too embarrassing to talk about,” said Keith, turning red. “I think you’ll feel better if you tell me about it,” said Roger. Keith thought about it. “I’m having an odd problem,” he said. “Are you sure you want me to tell you? “Sounds ominous. Of course I want to hear about it. What are friends for?” said Roger. “Okay, here goes,” said Keith. “I’ve been wearing a male chastity device for the last several weeks.” “What’s that?” asked Roger. “It’s a metal device that locks around a guy’s privates.” “Why on earth would you want to wear something like that?” asked Roger. “It’s a weird sexual thing,” said Keith. “The idea is that you find a buddy, either in person or someone you find on the internet, and the buddy holds the key. So, then you are locked in this device, and the buddy is supposed to tease you about being locked up.” “So, you found a buddy to hold the key?” asked Roger. “Yes, I found someone on the internet. He seemed like a fun guy at first, but in the last three weeks he has not responded to any of my messages. So, now I’m stuck in this thing and I want to find a different key holder, but first I have to get this lock off me somehow.” “Jeez! I can’t go three days, much less three weeks. How are you going to get the thing off without the key?” asked Roger. “The only way I know of is to use a hacksaw on the lock, except that I don’t have a hacksaw.” “My Dad has a hacksaw,” said Roger. “I can borrow it and bring it back with me. I’m going to over to my parents’ house now for dinner anyway.” “That would be very helpful,” said Keith. “You won’t forget, will you?” “How could I forget something like that?” said Roger. “Now drop your pants, kiddo, because I want to see this thing.” Keith turned red again, drew a deep breath and pulled down his pants. Roger kneeled down to get a better look. “You are definitely locked up,” he said. “No kidding,” said Keith, pulling up his pants. * * * * * Around 10 p.m. Roger returned, carrying his clean laundry and the hacksaw. “Ready to be released?” he asked. “I’m ready,” said Keith. “I hope the hacksaw doesn’t make too much noise.” “Let’s turn on the radio,” said Roger, pressing a button on the stereo. “Here is the hacksaw.” Roger handed it to Keith and then pulled a pair of pliers out of his pocket. “You can hold onto the lock with the pliers. Please be careful. I don’t want to have to drive you to the emergency room, and I don’t want blood on my car’s upholstery. Do you need help?” “Thank you, Roger. I’ll see if I can manage it by myself.” “Suit yourself,” said Roger with a shrug. Roger flopped on his bed. “I’m going to rest for a bit and listen to the music.” Roger turned toward the wall so that his roommate could have some privacy. Keith shucked his clothes and sat down on the chair at this desk, his legs spread wide apart to keep them away from the saw. He grabbed the pliers and used them to hold the lock in a firm grip. Then he began sawing carefully with the hacksaw. At first he had trouble getting it to settle in one spot on the lock, but eventually he began to make slow progress. “How’s it going?” asked Roger. “I’m making some progress,” replied Keith. “I’m just having a bit of difficulty holding the lock steady with the pliers while I’m sawing.” “Let me help,” said Roger, popping off the bed. He kneeled down beside his roommate and grabbed the pliers. “Scoot the chair over so I can help,” he ordered. Keith shifted the chair so that his crotch would be accessible. Roger clutched the lock with the pliers. “Okay, try it now.” “Did I mention this was embarrassing?” asked Keith. “Don’t worry about it,” said Roger. “Just get to work with the hacksaw.” Keith began stroking the lock with the hacksaw, conscious of the pressure of Roger’s arm on his leg as he held the pliers and hoping he would not get a cage-locked boner that Roger would surely notice. After several minutes of sawing, Keith was relieved to see the lock was broken. “Hurray!” said Roger, taking the hacksaw. “What a relief.” Keith put his clothes back on. “You’re telling me! Thank you very much, Roger,” he said. “I can’t thank you enough.” “Don’t worry about it,” said Roger. “I’m glad to help. Well, truthfully, I would rather have helped you change a tire, but anyway, you know what I mean.” “I know what you mean,” said Keith. “Thanks again.” “You’re welcome,” said Roger, switching off the stereo. “Actually, I have a little present for you.” “A present? What on earth? Where is it?” asked Keith. “It’s in the car. I’ll go get it. I’ll be right back,” said Roger over his shoulder, as he left the dorm room holding the hacksaw and the pliers. * * * * * Roger returned to the room a few minutes later holding an envelope. “You have something for me in the envelope?” asked Keith. “Yes, actually,” said Keith. “But the real present is in my pocket.” Roger pulled another lock out of his pocket. The lock was unlocked, and it had a piece of tape keeping it from locking. “You brought me a lock?” asked Keith. “Are you wanting me to be locked up again?” Roger shrugged. “If you want.” “Where’s the key?” asked Keith. “It’s where you won’t be able to get it without my help,” said Roger. “So, what’s in the envelope?” asked Keith. “I’ll give you the envelope if you lock your privates again,” said Roger. Keith looked at his handsome companion and was immediately sure that he wanted his privates under the strict control of his roommate. He tried not to act too eager. “Are we going to talk about rules?” he asked. “No rules,” replied Roger, holding out the lock. “I’ll think about it,” said Keith, taking the lock. “I’ll be back in a minute.” Keith grabbed his chastity device, put it in his pocket, and left the room, heading for the bathroom down the hall. First he went over to a urinal and relieved himself, glad to be able to pee in a standing position for once. Then he went into a stall, pulled down his pants and put the chastity device back on. With no hesitation at all, he clicked the lock into place. Then he sat for a while as his penis became engorged and raged against the metal restraint. Suddenly he remembered how much time had gone by since he had been able to satisfy his urges, and now he was locked again. He had missed his opportunity for quick relief. Keith waited for his penis to subside before heading back to the room, berating himself for the missed opportunity. * * * * * “Well?” asked Roger when Keith returned to the room. “Well what?” responded Keith with a smile. “You know what,” said Roger. “Did you lock yourself back up?” “I did,” replied Keith, his penis throbbing again against the metal. “Now it’s confession time,” said Roger, after a pause. There’s something I didn’t tell you.” “What?” “My Dad wanted to know why I was borrowing his hacksaw,” said Roger. The color suddenly drained from Keith’s face. “You didn’t tell him, did you?” “I told him,” said Roger. “Oh my God!” said Keith. “Why on earth would you tell him?” “I’ve always had a close relationship with my Dad, you know. He really cares about me, and he is supportive in so many ways.” “So, does your Dad know I’m gay?” asked Keith. “He does now. I told him tonight,” said Roger. “Oh my God!” exclaimed Keith again. “What did he say?” “Well, first of all, he wanted to know if I was gay,” said Roger. “So you set his mind at ease about that, I imagine,” said Keith. “Of course I did. But I couldn’t resist making him squirm, though. I told him that I was pretty sure I was straight, except that you have been doing such a good job of sucking my dick that I was thinking about switching to the other side.” “Oh my God!” said Keith. “You know we haven’t ….” “Dad knew I wasn’t serious, because I was laughing so hard I could hardly get the words out.” “So then what did he say,” asked Keith. “I mean, once he realized that your college roommate is gay? I mean, once he really thought about you living day in and day out with a gay guy.” “We talked about it. He was a bit upset about it, actually. Anyway, he wants to meet you. He wants to come over in a week or so and take us out for pizza or something,” said Roger. “That sounds nice,” said Keith. “I hope he likes me.” “Of course he will like you,” said Roger. “Don’t worry about it. Anyway, the important thing is that I like you, and we will still be roommates regardless. Unless …” “Unless what?” asked Keith. “Unless you kill me with your bare hands after you read what is in this envelope,” said Roger, handing the envelope to Keith.” “Oh my God, what have you done?” asked Keith. “Just read it,” said Roger. Keith ripped open the envelope and pulled out a little note: “Dear Keith, Roger has told me many nice things about you, and I am looking forward to meeting you. I hope you understand that I love my son very much, and I want what’s best for him. The key to your lock is on my key ring, and I plan to keep it there at least until I have a chance to meet you. Yours truly, Frank.” “Frank is your Dad?” asked Keith. “Yes, I’m afraid so,” said Roger. “But don’t worry, we will work this out together.” [The author of this story is also the author of Intense Restraint, which is available on Amazon as both a paperback book and a Kindle edition.]

Great follow up!

Thank you! I'm glad to see your response.

Hoping there is more?!?

I added several chapters to this story and turned it into a novel, which is now available on Amazon: ... 391&sr=8-1 I changed the title to "Keith Finds What Makes Him Happy." Here is the synopsis: Keith struggles with his intense longing to have sex with Roger, his handsome, straight roommate and good friend. Roger’s suspicious, overbearing and meddling older brothers take a big interest in protecting baby brother’s vulnerable ass from his horny gay roommate. Through a mixture of intimidation and life-coaching, the brothers endeavor to shift Keith’s attention to a more suitable recipient by helping him find a blind date with a gay man. Trouble ensues as Keith’s love life takes a number of unexpected twists and turns.

Nice story. Hope you add more to it sometime.