Couple’s Keyholder

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“Hello?” A younger guy opened the door, probably somewhere in his mid-twenties by the looks of it. “Oh! You must be Henry! Come on in!” He stepped aside and opened the door, gesturing for me to enter.

The house was absolutely stunning. These guys were young, but they seemed to be doing fairly well for themselves. The place was nicely decorated and fully furnished, with exquisite taste to boot. I nodded to myself in approval, appreciating the nice home they’d made for themselves.

I was bubbling with anticipation, feeling both excited and nervous. It was a first date of sorts, though not a typical one by any stretch of the imagination. This time, it was a couple. One that was ‘looking for a third,’ something that sounds great but in practice rarely works out. Still, it was something new, and I was ready for some fun.

“I’m Charlie,” said the man who let me in. He was all smiles, immediately putting me at ease. “Over there is my husband, Tim.”

“Hi!” the second man shouted. He waved to us briefly before turning his attention back to the kitchen countertop. I watched him pour something into a cocktail shaker, then seal it up and shake it over his head. Between the guy’s muscles and his technique, I’m not ashamed to admit I was already getting turned on.

Charlie led me over, and not a minute later I was sitting at the counter with a drink in my hand. “Great service,” I joked, raising my glass.

Tim and Charlie shared a look and raised their eyebrows at each other. I think I saw a hint of excitement? In a second it was gone, then the two of them clinked their glasses with mine. “Cheers!” they said in unison.

Looking at them next to each other, they appeared similar in age, but that’s where the similarities stopped. Tim was burlier than his husband; while Charlie was tall and thin - perhaps a former twink - Tim was stockier, stronger, and much, much hairier. As I took him in, I couldn’t help but linger on the dark chest hair poking out the top of his shirt. With one too many buttons opened, it was like he wanted me to stare.

“Like what you see?” he taunted.

“I-” I stuttered, momentarily caught off guard. But hey, we all knew why I was here. “Yeah,” I said with a laugh. “There’s plenty to look at, between the two of you.”

Tim smiled. “You’re not so bad yourself,” he commented.

I nodded in appreciation, taking another sip of my drink. I was fairly tall - over six feet - with what I liked to call a sleeper build. I was pretty strong, but the muscles were all hidden behind years of eating and drinking whatever the hell I wanted. At forty years old, I had a bit of a belly to show for it. I used to be embarrassed by it, but eventually I found that it often worked in my favor. Having a dad bod? Young guys couldn’t get enough of it.

We shared a little more small talk until we reached a lull, the conversation finally shifting toward the main topic for the night. “So…” I began uncertainly. “How do you guys wanna do this?”

Charlie and Tim glanced at one another, sharing that look couples always gave each other at times like this. It was Charlie who finally spoke. “We, uh… have an odd request.”

“Well there are three of us, so I’d say it comes with the territory,” I joked.

“Yeah,” Tim said with a nervous laugh. “It’s just, we’re both submissive. Like, really, really submissive.”

“That’s not a problem with me,” I said with a grin. “I wouldn’t mind bossing around two hot, younger guys like yourselves.”

Both of their cheeks turned rosy at my comment. I could already feel myself growing hard under my pants. I liked the direction this was headed.

“There’s more,” Charlie piped up. “We were wondering if you… well, if you would be our keyholder.” His face was bright red now, having spilled his deep secret.

“Your keyholder…” I said slowly. “As in, a chastity keyholder?”

“Yes,” Charlie said softly, looking to the ground.

A grin spread across my face. “I like the sound of that.”

“You do?” Tim asked.

“Oh yeah,” I said. These two were too cute. Young and nervous, looking for someone to come along and control their cocks. Lucky for them, I was more than up to the task. I tilted my head back, draining the rest of my drink, then I placed the glass back on the counter. “Are you boys locked right now?” I asked.

They both nodded. “We put the cages on just before you came,” Charlie said.

“Well let’s see them, then.”

The look on their faces was priceless.

“O- okay,” Charlie stuttered. He looked to his husband, who nodded encouragingly.

“Go on, you two. Clothes off.” Then I lifted my empty glass and shook it, jostling around the half-melted ice cubes. “And once you’re both naked, I’m gonna need another drink.” Fuck, this was gonna be fun.

I leaned back in my chair and watched as they nervously stripped out of their clothes. Gosh, I loved being in control. These guys were in their own kitchen, yet they were answering to a complete stranger. Clothes dropped to the floor, shirts and socks and pants accumulating in a small pile until all that remained was their underwear. They both looked to me, clinging to their last moments of modesty. I raised my eyebrows. Then they each took a deep breath and removed their underwear.

“Fuuuck,” I whispered to myself. I hopped out of my chair and approached, getting a better look at their bodies.

Charlie was tall and thin, but not scrawny. There was some muscle on him, giving him an over all toned look. He liked to keep himself shaved too; his chest, dick, and balls were all smooth. Tim, on the other hand, was just as hairy as I expected. Thick, dark hair covered his wide chest, trailing down toward his caged dick. A dense bush surrounded his cock. Two naked men. Two locked cocks. And they were all mine.

“So you want someone who’s gonna control you, is that right?” I asked.

“Yes,” they said together.

I slowly circled them, taking it all in. My dick was fully hard, pressed to my thigh and clearly outlined under my pants. I caught them staring, their eyes following it as I continued my inspection of them. They were already straining in their cages, their dicks bulging at the seams of the metal devices. I came to a stop in front of them. “On your knees,” I ordered.

Tim and Charlie dropped to the tile floor faster than I expected. “Mmmm. Very good.” I mindlessly rubbed my hand over the outside of my pants, stroking it back and forth across the outline of my hard cock. “Here’s the deal, you two. I’m gonna give you five minutes. Before your time is up, I expect a drink in my hand, a chair to sit on, and both your mouths on my cock. Is that clear?”

They nodded vigorously.

“Speak up if you understand.”

“Yes, Sir!” Charlie said. “Yes, Henry!” Tim added.

Towering over them, nude and locked as they were… it was driving me wild. I couldn’t believe my luck, two have these guys practically throwing themselves at me. So willing, so desperate. We’d barely just begun, but already the power I held over them was intoxicating. “Perfect. Now get going.” I watched them sprint off in separate directions, still idly rubbing my dick. “Oh, and bring me your keys while you’re at it!” I shouted.

I waited in their kitchen, my mind flooded with all the possibilities. So many ways to use them, so many iterations of fucking and sucking and denying their poor little dicks while I got to enjoy myself to the fullest extent. Two attentive, pathetic, locked subs, and they belonged to me now.

Charlie returned first, breathing heavy. He quickly dropped to the ground, presenting me with two sets of keys.

“This is all of them?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. “The cages have two keys each. Four total. That’s all of them.”

“Good.” I snatched them out of his hand and stuffed them deep into my front pocket. “I’ll be keeping these for now.” I turned toward Tim. “How’s that drink coming?”

“Just finishing up!” he said. He shook the mixture, jiggling his caged dick and balls in the process. I watched as he poured it out, then ran it over and handed me my glass. Then he grabbed a chair from the kitchen table, swung it around, and pushed it in place behind me. My demands met, Tim dropped to his knees next to his husband.

I sat down, then took a long sip from my drink. “Ahhh,” I sighed. “Now that’s good. Next time, get the chair first. Other than that, well done, you two.”

Tim and Charlie smiled. Their dicks were clearly straining against their cages, pressed up against the metal bars that contained them. “Yes, of course,” Tim said.

“That’s the kind of attitude I like to see. Now if you two would be so kind, this dick could use some sucking.”

My new subs crawled forward and eagerly opened my pants. My dick sprung right out, and by the looks on their faces, it was bigger than they expected. I smirked, then leaned back in my chair and let them do their thing. I took another sip of my drink, settling in, ready to enjoy the best blowjob I’d ever had.