A Homosexual Erotic Fiction by Coilean.
DISCLAIMER: All events portrayed were consensual events between consenting adults. This story is a sensationalized fiction based on true events. Both the people in the events the story is based on, and the characters in the story themselves, are consenting adults.
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Day 1
1 Day, 6 hours remaining.
Lila snapped the front door shut behind her, her laughter tinkling through the hallway in her wake. My eyes flashed to the digital readout on the time-lock safe. Unbidden, a hand reached down, closing on the small, pink device that caged my dick. I couldn't feel the touch of my own fingers and my breath hitched as I stiffened, my hardon blocked by the tube.
A full day before I'd get to cum. Pursing my lips, I put on some Shania Twan and started shaving my legs, trying not to regret the decision.
It had been Lila's idea. She'd been over for coffee, we got drunk, and I let on that I hadn't had sex in nearly six months. Straight away she dared me to lock myself up and put the keys away.
"Not for long." she'd said over my protests, "Just long enough to make you actually get over your nervousness and have sex."
"..."
A few more drinks, a spin of the dial, and I was trapped for just over a day, while Lila was gone, her tunic whipping carelessly behind her.
-3 hours later-
Curtis had one hand wrapped around my hip, the other stroked my swollen balls, a thumb massaging my locked dick. He pumped in and out of me, my back arched hungrily, my ass begged for him.
Suddenly I could hear him grunting, could feel his final thrusts. Wildly I thrust backward, a whimpering that bordered on a sob escaped me. I was so close to leaking, to getting some relief from my prostate, but it wasn't quite enough.
He pulled out. My hands closed over my cage, my body began to tremble with arousal.
"You wanna cum?" he asked.
"I can't." I said, simply.
I showed him the box, then.
-1 hour later-
He didn't leave straight away. That was...unlike other craigslist hookups. After he saw the box, somehow we were playing more video games, suddenly he was daring me to drink more.
...then suddenly, I was tied to the couch with my hands over my head, he played with my caged dick with one hand.
He face fucked me, but when he was done he left me tied up. I found myself bound to the couch, gagged with his sweaty sock. He returned to playing Zelda, one hand lazily touring Hyrule, the other teasing my cock cage.
I grunted, moaned, writhed, but could barely get hard in my cage...and he got off on all of it.
Curtis jerked off, came twice that night, while I watched - bound, gagged and helpless.
"Go get me something to clean up with." he untied me once he'd came, then took one more look at the timelock safe.
"Can I come play more games tomorrow?" He asked. I gulped. I was so horny, I was basically at a loss for words. I just nodded.
He groped my cage, kissed me deeply and instantly...and then was gone.
1 day, 20 minutes remain.
Days 2 and 3
10 minutes remain on the timelock safe and it was the second day since I'd last touched my cock.
I was bound and gagged on the sofa again, arms pinned over my head. Curtis had visited again, and he hadn't even mentioned the key, right up until that point. Very suddenly there was one hand on my locked nub, the other winding rope around my wrists, and there I was...helpless again.
Curtis came back to the couch, twirling the keys in his fingers. I grunted into the gag, my hips thrusting frantically. Curtis chuckled, enjoying my frustration.
"So horny." he breathed. My eyes were trained on the key as it slid home, my cock bursting out as he lifted the tube away.
I thrusted into his hand, grunting and gasping, but his touch was ephemeral. His hands grazed my chest, underarms, legs, only briefly teasing my cock before returning to my nipples, my ass. My body reeled, exploding with sensation, but nothing he did was enough to get me to the edge. My breathing increased, my hips bucked, but pinned on my back I could do nothing to gain friction.
"Right. Come on." Curtis untied my wrists from the couch and instantly rebound them behind my back. He pushed me toward the bedroom, grinding against my ass as we walked. He placed his iron-hard dick in my hand then too, making me feel and stroke it as walked.
When we got to the bedroom, he pushed me onto my front and fucked me, ignoring my mingled grunting of pain and pleasure. Throughout, his fingertips whispered over my shaft, my swollen cock head. Over and over his dick and fingertips brought me hovering to the edge of orgasm, but not quite over.
When he finished, he flipped me over, eliciting a surprised moan as he replaced his dick with a vibrator in one continuous motion. His hands wrapped around my dick, he turned the vibrator up to full, and it was one, two, maybe three-dozen strokes for me to explode 2 days worth of cum all over my bound body.
-10 hours later-
DAY 3
My eyes fluttered open blearily, tracking by muscle memory to the alarm clock. 10:30 AM. I had to work in less than two hours. Fuck. I pursed my lips against a thick, aching pain in my head. The world felt like wool and I could barely remember the previous night for trying to contain my winesickness.
"Mmmn." Curtis mumbled in his sleep, one hand pulling my hip into his crotch. My breath hitched momentarily as I remembered that Curtis hadn't gone home last night.
"Hmn." He grunted again. In his sleep his hold on my hip bone tightened, my dick started to get hard and was blocked by the now-familiar sensation of a chastity device.
'Oh.' I thought. My heart pounded...then sunk. With one hand I reached down and fingered the device, confirming for my brain what my cock already knew:
He'd locked me back up.
Fuck.
I licked my lips and started trying to shuffle to the edge of the bed. Maybe I could find the keys before he woke up. Vaguely I remembered now drunkenly admitting that I had a 'hard time letting go'. Shitfuck.
"Mmn." He pulled me back into his crotch, starting to stir now. Rapidly I pretended to be asleep, praying that he would get up and shower first. Anything so I could look for the key.
-1 hour later-
We seemed to be at a standoff. I didn't know if he knew I was awake, or what, he seemed to be asleep, but-
"BEE BEE. BEE BEE. BEE BEE" ...the alarm clock went off right then, forcing me to speak to Curtis.
"Okay. I gotta leave in...20 minutes." I turned, and noticed he was stroking his very hard dick.
"Yeah, I think I'll cum first." He pushed me back onto the bed, one hand grabbed my locked dick, the other continued stroking his hard on. He kissed me hard, deeply, and then came all over me. ...I was amazed that somebody who had just came last night could still have so much cum inside of him.
"...you need a shower too now." he said softly, after he came. There was the shadow of a smirk in his face, as if he knew that this meant he would be able to keep an eye on me. ...I couldn't come up with any excuse as to why to avoid it, so I showered with him.
10 minutes later, I came out of the bathroom and he was already dressed and at the door. He gave me a hug, and kissed me again.
"See you around." I said.
"See you around." he echoed. ...in the language of Craigslist hookups, that usually meant it was unlikely I'd see him again...and in his eyes I could tell that it would likely be the same this time. I was thinking about previous hookups, I think, and he was out the door before I could re-train my mind to the key.
That's when I noticed that the timelock safe had been moved into the kitchen.
