How I Found a Eyholder

Author's note:

This is the end of this story, at least for now. In the elaborate outline I sketched out for this story (now over four years ago!) this section actually marks the halfway point, or the end of "Part I" overall. And of the two dozen story-segments on the rest of the outline, there are actually several in various states of completion. But life being what it is right now, I don't think they're going to make it onto the page any time soon. Someday, hopefully. And, probably, there will be other stories to come before those. In any case, thanks for reading... and even if it's been a while since I've posted a story, I do keep an eye out here and on my "special" email, so feel free to send along your thoughts, fantasies, lewd photos or requests for same. Cheers!

10.a: The end of privacy, part 1

I was naked, standing just inside the side-door to my apartment building. My clothes, wallet and phone were locked in the heavy camping cooler I was holding in front of me. They'd been locked there all weekend long while I was out on a road trip, serving as a sort of bondage slave to my friend James while he was attending a comic convention.

I had just found out, when James had dropped me off, that he never even had the key to the lock on the cooler! One of Sir's blue-shirted couriers had it, and was presumably about to give it back to me after letting me into the building.

Or it wouldn't be quite that simple.

"I'll meet you up by your door," he said, turning to walk away from me. "I'm taking the elevator."

And I guess I'm taking the stairs

.

Sneaking up and down high-rise stairwells was not something I thought I'd be getting used to, but it was something I'd done a bunch over the past three months since I'd found my keyholder. It felt a bit more dangerous to be doing it in my own building, though.

If I get caught, could I get evicted? Let's try not to find out

.

On top of that, I was not in a state where I was relishing climbing eight floors. I'd been in bondage for most of the weekend, and my buttocks were still stinging from an intense spanking James had given me at a pit stop on the way home. Plus, this damn cooler was getting heavier with each half-flight of stairs.

Or maybe I should be thankful for my grousing, as it kept me from worrying too much and in the end, I was soon peeking out down the eighth-floor hallway from the stairwell. Down near the far end I could see the dude in the blue shirt waiting by my door.

Well, hopefully no one else is going to be getting home just now

, I thought as I pulled the door open with my elbow and stepped out into the hallway. Luck was with me, though who knows, of course, if anyone was looking through their peepholes as I went by.

I was worried that we'd have to be standing in the hallway for a couple minutes now, as I assumed the dude would unlock the cooler, and then I'd have to dig around in my clothes to find my keys and get inside. But as I got to my door, I realized something wasn't right. The deadbolt lock was gone, and there was a numeric keypad in its place.

Wait, what?

"I have a single-use code for this," he said as he punched in five digits on the pad. "You'll be assigned your own code after."

Assigned a code... to get into my own apartment? What's going on?

The lock clicked and the guy opened the door for me. I stepped in to the little entrance hallway inside, and again, something was

off

.

Why is my chest of drawers out here?

The guy, of course, didn't know what my apartment was supposed to look like, so he wasn't fazed. As I set the cooler down and peered around, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a single key on a plain key ring and handed it to me. "Can you empty that out right away? I'm supposed to take it with me."

I grabbed the key and crouched to unlock the cooler. I started grabbing the folded clothes in there, and then looked over. Beside the chest of drawers was a new piece of furniture, a bench-like thing a couple feet wide with an extra lower shelf. Conveniently placed to put clothes on, but I didn't give that any more thought as I pulled all my stuff from the cooler, setting my phone on the chest of drawers as I finished.

After putting the padlock and key in his back pocket, the dude pulled out his phone. "Just gotta get a picture to show I've done the job," he said, snapping a picture of me. Then he gestured for me to turn my right hip toward him so he could get a shot of the QR code tattooed there.

"Great, that's all I need." Without any further comment, he closed the cooler lid, picked it up, turned and left. As the door closed behind him, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before trying to assess what was going on here.

Okay

. So, for some reason, my chest of drawers had been moved from my bedroom and was now across from the closet in my entryway. And there was an envelope on top with my name on it which I snatched and tore open. There was a note inside. Unaddressed, but obviously from Sir.

"SOME ADJUSTMENTS HAVE BEEN MADE TO YOUR APARTMENT TO BETTER SUIT YOUR ROLE.

"YOUR CODE TO YOUR APARTMENT DOOR HAS BEEN TEXTED TO YOU.

"NEW RULE #1: YOU WILL BE NUDE AT ALL TIMES INSIDE THIS APARTMENT. NO EXCEPTIONS. WHEN ARRIVING FROM OUTSIDE, YOU WILL UNDRESS HERE. YOU WILL ONLY PUT ON CLOTHES IMMEDIATELY BEFORE LEAVING."

That took a minute to sink in. Sir was extending his jurisdiction, and it was no longer enough for me to be naked when I was presenting myself to him at his place. And beyond that, he had changed the locks on my door! (I wondered for a second how he had gotten my keys to get in here, but I quickly realized there were quite a few times that I had left my keys unattended when I was at his place, so it would have been quite easy.)

Sir had already basically taken over my phone, and I had gotten used to that. Now, he was in charge of my apartment, and he'd presumably know exactly when I got home thanks to that electronic lock on the door.

I stood there for a minute to let that sink in. It left a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I realized it was a reaction similar to when I was being tied up and being fucked. It was that sense of recognition that I was being dominated. And as weird as all this was, I realized that I'd gotten off pretty much every other time I'd been dominated up to now.

The shock of all that had distracted me, but suddenly I remembered how sore and tired my body was. I wanted to stretch out on my couch, or maybe just go to bed. I grabbed my phone. Even if I hadn't been using it, it hadn't been charged since Friday, so it was only about five per cent charged.

First thing, gotta get that plugged in

.

I stepped around the corner into the living room. And then I stopped again to take stock as I tried to take in several things at once.

Because I was looking in that direction to get my charger, the first thing I saw was that my computer was gone. But there was a different computer tower in its place. But that got filed away for the moment.

The long wall opposite my picture window had been changed. My collectables were gone!

Yes, nerd that I am, I had put up several shelves to put my cool stuff on display. My hand-painted D&D figures from back in high school were there. I hadn't been on a campaign in years, but they were important to me. I also had some action figures and other Star Wars collectibles on display -- it had allowed me to sort my friends that were mocking me from my friends that were mocking me with love and respect. They were all gone.

In their place, the shelves were filled with my sex toys. The dildos, buttplugs and vibrators that were kept in the special chest in my bedroom closet were now on display. In fact, I noted there were some new ones there as well, including a couple particularly large dildos. There were some cuffs and bondage supplies I had never seen before, as well as a small heap of straps that I realized was a strap-on harness. (I'd find out a while later while looking in my bedroom that all my collectibles had been shifted to the chest that used to hold my sex toys, and it sunk in that I was being given a message as to what part of my life was quite literally out of the closet now.)

Most strikingly, my

Empire Strikes Back

poster was gone. It was my prized possession, an original theatrical poster that had been autographed by several of the cast members. One of the first things I did after getting my first "grown up" job was to get it properly framed, and I had it hung on the wall beside my shelves -- it was the thing that would draw your eye when you came into the room.

It was gone, but there was something in its place. A photographic art print, which was about the same size, and equally well-framed. It looked like something that could have come from a gallery. Well, a kinky gallery, as it was an explicit photo. In the foreground was a sub on his knees, bowed down and facing away from the camera, hands bound behind his back. (If you leaned in and looked closely between his legs, you could see the glint of a ring around the sub's balls, indicating he was probably in a chastity cage.) In front of him, and literally dominating the picture, was another nude man, hands on hips, looking down at the sub. His tremendous, thick cock was rigid and erect. Though not overly muscled, he radiated strength and confidence. You could tell from looking at the picture that he was in his right place, as was the sub, supplicating and ready to do his bidding.

I stared at the picture for a couple minutes. I had never seen anything, no piece of pornography that had turned me on so much. It was like someone had reached into my brain and illustrated this from my deepest fantasies. I knew that I should feel embarrassed that this was on open display in my living room, but I was in awe of it.

I lay down on my couch for a couple minutes and looked at the photograph. My balls ached, and the desire to jerk off, to stroke my cock, was stronger than I'd felt since I'd been locked up.

I almost dozed off there, but realized I needed to take a piss. As I got up, I was surprised that I wasn't cold, being undressed. (Another discovery I'd make later was that I had a new thermostat, which had been programmed to keep my apartment a few degrees warmer at all times than it had been before.)

I walked back past the entryway to go to the bathroom, and as I reached over to flick its light on, I could feel there was something wrong with the space here as well. I looked around, and it took a second for it to hit me: the door was gone! In the place where you expected the most privacy, I was now being told to accept none.

There was a smaller change here as well: the framed animation cel that had been hanging here had been replaced by another photograph. It was of the same two men as the picture in my living room, but now the dom's cock was soft... and he was pissing into the sub's mouth. The sub's hands were still bound behind his back and he was on his knees, head tilted back to receive his master's piss, with a look of ecstasy on his face. Like its bigger partner it was beautifully composed and shot to give it a vividness beyond any mere porn shot.

And now it was hanging on the wall opposite my toilet. I'd be looking up at it every time I sat down to piss. As for now, I had to wait a minute before I could go, as my caged cock was hard and pushing against my cage.

I went on from the bathroom to my bedroom, and this time I was less surprised that the door here was gone as well. There was another photo hanging here, with the Master laying back in a bed, at repose, hands behind his head, and the sub curled up beside him, head resting on the Master's hip, looking at his beautiful half-hard cock, either just about to start or just having finished servicing his Master. The sub's cock cage was fully visible in this shot. As with the others, it conveyed a powerful sense of

rightness

, of two men both in their appropriate roles, and each happier for being in their proper place.

At this point, I looked at my bedside clock and realized how late it was, and all at once I was utterly exhausted. I went back through the apartment and shut out the lights. I grabbed my toiletries bag from the entryway, brushed my teeth, and finally remembered to plug my phone into the charger on my nightstand. I fell asleep quite quickly, images of the Master with his beautiful cock and his locked submissive bottom dancing through my head.

* * *

Monday morning, I woke up from a deep and satisfying sleep. The only thing that felt unusual was a sore rawness where by butt was rubbing against my sheets. With that, all the events of the past weekend flashed through my mind. Then I looked up and saw the new picture of the Master and sub hanging on my wall, and I suddenly remembered all my discoveries from last night, when I came home from my roadtrip and found that Sir had been making alterations to my apartment.

I didn't have to be at work 'til after lunch, but I had slept in, so it was pretty much time to get ready and go. I still had enough time I didn't have to rush my shower, which felt great, and was utterly necessary as I hadn't showered all weekend. When I had dried myself, I headed back into my bedroom to get dressed before realizing I was no longer allowed to get dressed until I was leaving.

So, instead, I had a leisurely brunch in the nude. I found that there was one last new photograph in my kitchen: it was a closeup of the Master's amazing cock above the sub's face. The sub's head was tilted back with his tongue sticking out, and it was coated with what looked like a full load of the Master's semen. In fact, the last drop was clinging to his cock, just about to drip onto the waiting tongue below.

Mmm, what an excellent meal

.

While I was sniffing my milk to make sure it was still good, my phone buzzed; it was a text from the number that gave me Sir's instructions.

"NEW RULE #2: YOU WILL ALWAYS ANSWER THE DOOR WHEN YOU'RE AT HOME"

I set the phone down and was choosing which cereal box to grab when there was a knock at the apartment door.

That's probably not a coincidence

.

I was walking past the shelves of sex toys when it occurred to me that I'd be answering the door in the nude.

I got to the door and reflexively leaned in to look out the peephole -- only to discover that it was now painted over. There was another knock at the door.

Fine, fine...

I opened the door a crack to peep out, and it was another dude in a collared blue shirt. I looked at him, trying to place his face as he pushed against the door. I stepped back to let him enter the apartment.

Blond guy, pornstar 'stache... ah! He's the guy I swapped shirts with!

"I just need a picture to confirm you answered the door," he said, pulling out his phone. I let him take the picture, and then pivoted my right hip toward him so he could take a picture of my QR code as well.

"I'm also supposed to tell you you're allowed to suck my cock if you want."

I looked him up and down and licked my lips. "Yeah, I'd like to do that."

I dropped to my knees and quickly unzipped his jeans, pulling out his cut cock and low-dangling balls. He had a bit of a sweaty smell, maybe from biking here.

I stroked his cock, feeling the smoothness of the shaft and the spongy flare of the head. While I kept touching his dick, I licked at his balls, around and under them, trying to taste some of that sweaty essence. He was half-hard by the time I started licking up and down his shaft.

I looked over at that new bench beside the chest of drawers. "You want to sit?" I asked.

He nodded and shuffle-stepped over, undoing the button on his fly and dropping his pants and boxers as he sat.

As he sat down, I remembered how turned on I was by the smell of the shirt he was wearing.

"Can I... er, sniff your armpits?" I asked, looking up at him.

He shrugged as if it made no difference to him, but when I stood up in front of him, he stretched his arms up over his head. I leaned forward and lowered my face in -- held it there, inhaled. There was a bit less deodorant this time, and more of...

him

. It was fabulous. I breathed in again, then switched to his other armpit, which smelled as good.

"Fucking amazing," I muttered.

I lingered there a little longer, but I didn't want him to get bored, so I dropped back to my knees in front of him. I moved between his legs, and took the opportunity to run my hands up and down his strong thighs as I repeated my previous attentions to his balls before starting to lap at his cock again. As I about to start to properly suck him, I noticed that he had his phone out and he was filming me. I smiled up at him and took him in my mouth. Fully hard, he had a pretty typical cock, probably a bit less than six inches.

I started working up and down the shaft, slowly exploring how deep I could take him and still breathe without triggering my gag reflex -- it turned out I could take most of it, so I settled into a groove, working up and down. Whenever I needed a deeper breath, I'd pull most of the way off, and then go back in deep, momentarily taking the tip of his shaft into my throat.

After a couple minutes, he moaned a couple times and shifted beneath me, so I tried to step it up a little. I was taking him less deep now, which meant I could give more suction with my mouth and really let my tongue work on the underside of his cockhead. I could guess from his breath he was getting close, so I pulled off to look up at him. "Do you want to come right in my mouth, or do you want to shoot on my face?"

I preferred the former, of course, but I thought he might want a classic money shot for his video.

"Yeah, I'm gonna do that," he said as his free hand reached down to start stroking his slick cock. I leaned down to lick his balls while he finished himself, and after a few seconds I felt the one under my tongue hitch up and down.

Showtime!

I leaned back and tilted up my face to give him a target, and quickly he was shooting jets of semen across my face and on my tongue. We both moaned.

When he was done, I pulled my tongue back into my mouth and theatrically swallowed, tasting his salty-bitter load, then showing him my empty mouth.

"So good," I said, as I leaned in to start licking his cock clean. "Thank you."

He let me clean him for a minute or so, then when he started fidgeting I moved back, giving him space to stand. He quickly pulled up boxers and pants. He gave me a nod, the turned and left.

I took a second to catch my breath and stood up. I hadn't really registered it yet, but I saw that that there was a new mirror thoughtfully hung on the wall above the bench so I could check everything was correct when I was getting dressed. At the moment, though, I just saw a naked guy with come smeared around his face. I used a finger to scrape as much as I could into my mouth, then stepped over to the bathroom to wash my face.

Then, back over to the kitchen.

That was a good breakfast, but I should still eat something

. Out of habit, when I had my bowl of cereal I went and sat down at my computer desk, and then realized this was one of Sir's changes I had put off investigating. My PC was gone, and there was a new computer tower in its place. It didn't have a brand name on it -- it looked like a custom job. I couldn't even see the power switch.

You know what? I don't even want to deal with this now

. Instead, I went and sat at the table and checked my email and messages on my phone while I ate. Then it was time to get dressed for work. After some confused poking around, I found that my shirts and pants were all hanging in the entryway closet -- even my laundry basket was in place on the closet floor, so everything I needed was right there. I sat on the new bench as I pulled my socks on, and when I stood up I checked myself in the new mirror to confirm I was ready to face the world.

Just a regular guy in clothes, definitely not a naked sex freak!