Note to Readers: This story contains nonconsensual sex between men. If this isn't your thing, please move on.
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Jesse was in a rush to get home. Eight full hours with his amazingly hot coworker always brought that old, familiar ache back. Ashley was tall, lithe, and graceful, and just being in the same room with her made him squirm. Even now, in the car, just thinking about her made him wince from the pinch of metal between his legs.
He didn't know why he had always been so fascinated by chastity. He yearned to find a woman to hold his key, to control when he could touch his dick, when he could become aroused. And many of his fantasies revolved around Ashley, the woman he spent forty hours a week with.
But no one held his key, so he kept it in a time-release safe. It would still be another four days before the safe opened, and he could find the release his body was aching for. But his body was impatient, and wouldn't wait.
So he'd have to resort to his other method. It wasn't nearly as good as the real thing, but it was enough to keep him from going insane.
He reached his apartment and immediately withdrew to his bedroom without so much as a glance to his roommate, Nate. After locking the door, he pulled out the sturdy ankle-cuffs and attached them to the bed posts at the end of the bed. Next, he went to his nightstand and pulled out the locking butt plug and the locking penis gag, along with the little locks that went with them.
First, he lubed up the plug, took a deep breath as he held it against his hole, then gently eased it in. Anal play was never one of his favorite activities, but with his dick locked up for another four days, it was all he could do. And when he'd done this before, he always still felt somewhat sated, and the ache in his belly subsided.
He wished he could use the dildo that he sometimes played with while masturbating. He enjoyed the feeling of the thick plastic inside him. But it wouldn't stay in without being held in place. Even average plugs could fall out if he squirmed enough. That's why he bought the locking plug. He enjoyed the fact that he couldn't push it out. The only problem was that the plug only came in one size, and that size was bigger than what Jesse was used to.
He closed his eyes and gasped, his jaw tense, breathing heavily as the smooth metal plug made its way into him. It was a slow process. He didn't often play with his ass.
But finally, it was in place. He reached down and pulled the locking mechanism, and moaned softly as he felt the plug expand inside him. It took a little bit of fiddling, but he finally got the lock in place and clicked it closed.
Next came the gag. He pushed the penis-shaped plastic into his mouth, over his tongue, and buckled the harness behind his head, locking it as well. The gag was long; not so long as to choke him, but long enough that it was just a bit uncomfortable, and if he wasn't careful, it would trigger his gag reflex.
Last, but not least, he went to the mini-freezer in the corner of his room and opened it, pulling out the wrist cuffs and his favorite device of all; the Ice Warden.
It was relatively simple in design. A hollow metal chamber that could be filled with water and frozen, with a metal core attached to an O-ring that slid inside it. Once the water was frozen, it was completely locked, and the mechanism would not release until the water melted.
He took the cuffs and knelt at the end of the bed, straining to cuff his ankles in place. Sure, he could make the process much easier by tying his legs together, to the middle of the bed, but he liked the exposed feeling of being tied spread-eagle. He wished there was a way he could tie his arms to either side of the bed, to lie in a full spread-eagle, but that wasn't something he could do.
He finally got the cuffs buckled, then fell forward on his stomach. Reaching up, he threaded one of the wrist cuffs through the iron slats at the head of the bed, then cuffed his wrists, buckled them, and clicked the locks closed.
Finally, he was done, and he let out a deep sigh, relaxing into the mattress. It would be about two and a half hours before the ice would melt enough for him to unlock himself. He felt full, violated, and exposed. The plug was pressing directly against his prostate. It wasn't enough to give him an erection, much less an orgasm, but if he gyrated his hips a certain way, the pressure intensified. He knew without a doubt that his dick was already leaking precum.
Still moving his hips, he pulled against the cuffs that held him, loving the feeling of being restrained, being helpless. He closed his eyes, carefully adjusting the gag with his tongue, and laid his head down on the pillow. He liked to imagine that Ashley had been the one to tie him down, to cage his dick, to fill his ass and mouth. He created vivid fantasies in his head, and the more he thought about her, the more his hips moved, and the more he pulled against his restraints.
Jesse was thoroughly enjoying himself. The plug and gag were uncomfortable, but he had to admit that the discomfort was part of what he liked about them. He moaned softly, feeling utterly penetrated.
But a strange sound made him immediately snap alert. It was the sound of his doorknob.
His heart pounding, he strained to look over his shoulder, at the door. Thankfully he hadn't forgotten to lock it. But why was his roommate at his door?
He continued watching as the doorknob jiggled. What was Nate doing?
After a few moments, the jiggling stopped, and there was silence. Jesse shook his head, shrugged, and relaxed once more. The interruption had been unpleasant, but he was still enjoying himself.
But then, the jiggling came back. Jesse looked again, and felt his heart go silent in his chest as he saw the latch begin to turn. Pure disbelief and utter dread took hold of him, and for a moment, he couldn't even piece together what was happening.
What was he seeing? Was his door actually being unlocked? By whom? What was going on?
His breath caught in his throat as the door slowly opened and his roommate stepped into the room.
"Get out!" he tried to scream, but the gag prevented anything but muffled shouts from coming out. And the force of his tongue against the gag made it trigger his gag reflex, and he dry-heaved once. He pulled hard against his cuffs, but he had fastened them tightly. He couldn't move.
Nate didn't say a word as he walked further into the room, standing beside the bed. He stared down at Jesse. Jesse cringed as Nate's eyes explored his body, lingering on the metal poking out between his ass cheeks. He had a predator's eyes.
At first, all he did was stare, and Jesse shrank under the weight of his eyes, still pulling on his bonds. He was uncomfortably aware of how far his legs were spread apart, how vulnerable he was, how exposed he was. There was no hiding now.
