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My room was a mess - too many piles of old bills, letters, and other things to distract me. I knew I had the second key to my Holy Trainer somewhere in my cluttered room. I scoured through my desk, cubbies, and even in the couch cushions, but I had no luck. The only other place it would be is my bin full of gear in the back of my closet, so I pushed my button-up shirts aside to pull it out.
My ass twitched when I started looking through the bin. I don't know why I stopped wearing half my gear, but it was fun to go through, and I decided I would play with it all again soon. I went through rubber gloves, assorted plugs, a few restraints and harnesses, my rope from the days I thought I was a Dom, some gags, a blindfold, and a small box of locks and keys (for when I do self-bondage). Finally, in the small box, I saw the small key to my Holy Trainer. I tested to make sure it still worked, and the key came out with the lock. My poor dick twitched, thinking it would get release.
"No release for you little guy," I spoke to my locked up dick, much as I wanted to pull my dick out and jerk off. But I knew if I did, I'd go about my day and not meet the two Doms I had been talking to on Grindr - Sir Scott and Daddy Miguel. And so, I relocked my dick and tugged it firmly. I looked back at the bin, and thought it would be a shame to let the gear go to waste. I put most of it in a backpack, got changed, and sent a message that I was on my way over.
I tried to keep calm on my walk, despite twitching with nearly every step. Soon enough I was leaking - good thing I wasn't wearing nice clothes or I would've been more worried! I eventually rounded the corner and saw the address of my would-be masters. It was a cute rancher, with a pride flag hanging in their front window. I took a deep breath, and walked up to the front door.
As I reached up to knock, the door opened, and Sir Scott opened it. Rather than the leather he was wearing in his Grindr pics, he now had on a tank top and gym pants, which still showed off his physique. He flexed his pecs as I gawked, staring at him and the inside of his house.
"So glad you could come over boy. Meet us around back on the patio, and I'll grab a jacket, so you're not too distracted by these boys. Miguel he's here," Sir Scott shouted as he slammed the door.
I smiled and walked around the house, passing the garage and a pair of windows. One window was the bathroom, and I caught a glimpse of a naked Miguel patting himself with a towel, dancing as he swished back and forth. He was built, tan, and playful. I quickly got away from the window and proceeded back to the patio. I snuck a glance in the next window, which showed a large St. Andrews cross and a large wall of leather gear and attachments. My ass twitched again and I'm sure I leaked even more.
"Like what you see?" Sir Scott spoke to me from the patio. He saw me looking in at the room full of bondage gear.
"Yea! Holy shit yes Sir! It's like a dream," I shouted as I turned to the muscle hunk just feet from me. He was wearing the same leather jacket from the pics he sent me. The leather made him seem even manlier.
"Pup is eager, isn't he," Sir Scott growled.
"Very much Sir. I'm just a hole for cock. You're gorgeous and I've been lonely and frustrated for a while, and I know I'm a natural submissive, and I know I'm wordvomiting but you and your partner are gorgeous and it feels too good to be true," I blathered as my heart raced. I got ashamed for going on and on and held my head down, thinking I ruined my one chance.
"I see... You can drop your submissive slave act. Unless this how you really talk," Sir Scott spoke calmly.
"I mean, no, normally I'm much more vanilla. And I haven't seen many people in person these days, so my social skills have gone kaput," I spoke back, still looking at the ground.
"Same with us, and it's alright. Just be honest and speak truthfully around us. We don't want an act, we want your genuine self," Sir Scott spoke again. I looked up at the leather hunk, and he motioned me to join him on some outdoor chairs next to a table.
"This is kinda my genuine self. Nervous to talk in front of gorgeous men," I said as my voice trailed off.
"My husband and I admire each other's looks, but if that's the only thing you can talk about, we might've made a mistake," Sir Scott shot back as he took a seat. He motioned for me to sit next to him, so I would be in the middle of him and Daddy Miguel. My heart was still pounding as I sat down, and put the backpack under my chair.
"No Sir! I'm seriously looking for a master, or masters, to help me be my best self. I feel like I"ve been slacking the past few years, and you're only young, once? I don't want to live a life of regret and grow old, becoming fat and lazy and unaccomplished. And the chastity belt..." I started speaking. I quickly reached into my pocket and handed Sir Scott the key to my manhood.
"There are two of us, and two keys. In due time you'll eventually give us the other one. For now, I accept this key. My partner and I will take good care of it," Sir Scott practically whispered like a spell, drawing me into his every word. "And here he is now, hello Darling," he spoke as the fully-clothed Daddy Miguel sat down next to me.
"It's good to meet you boy. Even cuter in person than in your pics," said Daddy Miguel. He reached over me to grab the key from his husband's hand. "Let's see it and make sure it works," he demanded.
"Out here?" I asked, looking around bashfully, wondering which of the neighbors had a vantage point to see me.
"He'll get better at following directions. Boy, we own all of the houses around us, and rent them out in normal times. You're safe out here, and with us," Sir Scott uttered warmly, helping my heart finally calm down.
I obediently pulled my pants down to expose my Holy Trainer to the two gentlemen. Daddy Miguel giggled, but he didn't say anything as he reached down and put the key in my locked cage. He unlocked it, pulled it out, then relocked it.
"I approve boy. You'll shave once a week down there, and if you're with us long term, you'll get your hair permanently removed," Daddy Miguel declared, making my cock twitch. "Hah you like that!"
"Yes Sir," I grinned.
"He learned quicker than you did," Sir Scott remarked, looking at his partner.
"You mean he..." I started saying, before Daddy Miguel cut me off.
"I used to be his slave. When we met, I was vers and he was all top," Daddy Miguel said.
"Which is why we have so much gear," Sir Scott added.
"He promised me if our marriage lasted ten years, then I earned my freedom and manhood back, at midnight actually," Daddy Miguel giggled.
"I kept my word, and that's where you come into the picture boy," Sir Scott said as he patted my right leg.
"Assuming, of course, that you are ok with having two masters," Daddy Miguel whispered as he also patted my left leg.
"Honestly, I do... this is exactly what I've been looking for. I don't know if I want to jump into anything right away... or maybe I do! How do I know you're not going to sell me into sexual slavery, or like tie me up and kidnap me and I'll never see daylight again," I rambled as my heartrate picked back up.
"We aren't going to do anything unless you agree to it. If you want to be our slave, or be tied up, or be permanently blindfolded, we'll do it only when you agree to it. Today is only the first step, in hopefully a long journey," Daddy Miguel spoke commandingly.
"Yes Sirs!" I shouted, laughing.
"Not too long, in the case of your dick. But that is a first step. As long as you're with us, you'll be expected to be in chastity. And to make sure you haven't cheated and melted the frozen key, you'll send us a picture of your dicklet and the frozen key every two hour except for at night, when you're allowed eight hours to sleep. If you are more than one minute late, then this arrangement is one. Make sure your pics are all timestamped," Sir Scott instructed.
We went over the details of our arrangement, how it would progress step by step, until I was eventually their live-in slave. I was allowed to quit the arrangement at any time until I agreed to be their slave. If I ever agreed to do something once, I was expected to do it again. All of the discussions kept my tiny locked dick rock hard, and my heart pacing excitedly.
"Do you agree to these terms?" Daddy Miguel finally said.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but yes!" I exclaimed.
"Is there anything you'd like to do before you go?" asked Sir Scott.
"I kinda want to be strapped to the St. Andrew's cross. I even brought my own bondage gear," I whispered as I pulled the backpack from under my chair, showing its contents.
"I think we can arrange that. You'll wear a mask the whole time you're inside. You are consenting to having your arms and legs strapped to the cross, is that correct?" Sir Scott asked.
"Yes Sir!"
"May we use a blindfold?" asked Daddy Miguel as he pulled out the blindfold.
I took a moment, not wanting to disappoint my new masters, but I wasn't quite ready for that step. "No Sir, if that's alright, not on the first time," I mumbled.
"Good boy, we don't want you to push your limits too quickly. Now let's get inside," Sir Scott commanded. The three of us got up, and I followed behind the two Sirs as we entered their house.
I followed the two Sirs, entering into a sparkling clean dining room/kitchen, with a handsome wooden table, stainless steel appliances, a wine rack, and plenty of gadgets for cooking. They clearly had money.
"Your house is beautiful," I sputtered as I took in the surroundings.
"That would be Miguel's doing. He cleaned it yesterday. And, if things work out with you, you'll be taking care of the cleaning," Sir Scott laughed as he took off his shoes. My cheeks flushed a bit. I wasn't particularly into the idea of being a cleaning slave, but if it meant pleasing my masters... my locked cock twitched again and my heart fluttered. Maybe I did want that!
I took my shoes off and followed my two Sirs. Next to the kitchen was the bondage room. I breathed deeply as I took in the room, enjoying the faint smell of leather, lube, poppers, and musk. There was a leather fuck bench in one corner; a wall lined with hoods, masks, leather straps, and whips; a sling attached to the ceiling; and most prominently, the large X-shaped cross.
"Up you go boy, if this is what you want," Daddy Miguel said lightly, motioning to the large wooden cross. I had seen such a piece of furniture in dungeon porn, but never in person. I'm sure the two Sirs could hear my heart race as I walked up to the cross.
"Yes Sirs, please strap in my hands and ankles," I croaked as my heartrate quickened. My cock was getting so hard and the plug in my ass kept twitching - I couldn't believe this type of thing existed in people's houses! My arms felt like lead as I lifted them up and looked out toward the Sirs.
"Turn around boy, since you said no to the blindfold," Sir Scott ordered, and I complied, exposing my backside to them. I felt quite vulnerable, and I wasn't quite sure I was ready for this.
"Relax, we're not going to whip you, or do anything you haven't consented to already. Thus far, you've only agreed to hand us the key to your manhood, and to be strapped to the cross. We're going to take it slowly, is that alright?" asked Daddy Miguel reassuringly. I nodded, exhaled, and relaxed a bit as the two Sirs strapped my hands into the leather cuffs attached to the cross.
"May we touch you while you're strapped in?" asked Daddy Miguel. I nodded again as they attached the lower straps to my ankles. My body shook in pleasure, enjoying the state of submission. Two pairs of hands started moving over every inch of my body - I was in heaven and wanted to jerk off so badly.
When the hands started to pull my shorts down, I moaned aloud, "yes please Sir!"
The hands then focused on my belly in the front and around my plugged hole in the back. I was practically whimpering when one of the hands started playing with the plug.
"Push out," whispered Daddy Miguel. I clenched slightly, worrying I might not be clean down there. As if reading my mind, I felt a towel placed between my legs, which sat on the top of where the two wooden crosses met. My heart fluttered at their attentiveness. I nodded my head and pushed out slightly, and the large plug plopped out. My hole twitched and puckered, enjoying being open for the first time since last night.
"Is this OK what we're doing so far?" asked Daddy Miguel as he brushed my ass cheeks and my lower back. I moaned and quivered as I nodded my head. One of the hands moved around front and started to play with my locked cock, and I moaned even louder. I enjoyed all of the sensations, but part of my mind wondered why there were only two hands, and not four.
Behind me came a snapping sound, like latex on skin. "I'm wearing your rubber glove boy," Sir Scott uttered seductively.
"Can you please finger me Sir?" I asked in heat.
"Because you asked me so nicely..." Sir Scott replied. I heard a pumping sound, and the unmistakable sound of wet, lubey gloves.
"Would boy like poppers?" Daddy Miguel asked sweetly.
"Yes... but the mask..." I muttered as my nostrils flared beneath my cloth mask. I looked down at my poor locked dick, conflicted and horny. I soon felt straps on the back of my head, and a gas mask was pulled over my face, strapped tightly.
"Are you ready for a fist?" asked Sir Scott with a light chuckle. That was a fantasy of mine, but I certainly wasn't ready for it now. I moaned hesitantly, not wanting to disappoint my Sirs, but not wanting to take a whole fist in this position.
"No Sir, but could you please go one finger at a time?" I replied, enjoying the altered sound of my voice from beneath the gas mask.
"Good boy. Know your limits," shot back Sir Scott. He circled my hole with one finger, causing me to moan. After being plugged most of the night, I wanted that finger inside of me. I started to breath quicker in anticipation, until I recognized the unmistakable odor of poppers filling my mind and body with euphoria. I squealed in delight as the finger easily went inside my relaxed hole and started rubbing.
"Thank you Sirrrrrrrrrrrrrr," I moaned lustily, and the smell of poppers faded. The finger soon reached my prostate, and I instinctively pulled at my hands from the cross, forgetting they were still attached. This caused me to moan again as my body relaxed from the poppers.
As Sir Scott's rubbered hand continued playing with my ass, Daddy Miguel continued playing with the rest of my body, flicking my nipples, brushing lightly on my stomach, and moving up and down the insides of my legs.
"Ready for the second finger?" asked Sir Scott. I nodded, and the inside of the gas mask was again filled with poppers. The finger pulled out for a moment, leaving my hole exposed, before two fingers eased their way in. I squealed aloud again as the fingers probed my insides.
"Please add another finger Sir," I panted in heat, and a third finger was added. I moaned so loudly and with such pleasure. I started humping the cross in horny frustration as my hole was worked and hands kept moving all across my body. I wished I could see the two men instead of facing the corner, but if anything, that kept me on edge even more, not knowing what would come next.
"You're still loose, boy. Want more?" asked Sir Scott, and I nodded, getting ready for the rush of poppers. Instead, I felt my Holy Trainer being fondled, and the lock came out. In one swift action, Daddy Miguel removed the cage, causing my dick to get rapidly engorged. I tried to reach down to touch it, but my hands were still shackled to the cross. I moaned in pain as the dick strained against the ring, all while three fingers continued to probe my behind.
I yelped as a bag of ice was placed on my dick. My poor cock tried to stay hard, responding to the fingers working my insides. I moaned in frustration again as my dick slowly got softer. I enjoyed the odd sensations of my frozen cock and my probed ashole.
"Enjoying this, boy?" asked Sir Scott. I mumbled noncommittally.
All of the sudden, the fingers were pulled out of my ass, and I moaned again.
"I loved the assplay Sir! Just not the ice. Can I please cum?" I begged, and both Sirs snickered.
"Sorry boy, that's not part of the agreement. If you're with us, you are to stay locked and horny. Miguel here was locked in chastity for over five years. And he didn't complain once," Sir Scott spoke. The bag of ice was removed, and my tiny dick hung limp.
"Only when I wasn't getting enough of your giant cock," Daddy Miguel shot back playfully to Sir Scott.
"If I jerk you off, then you'll be sent home, with your key, and you won't see us again. If you want to continue seeing us, then you'll be relocked. What do you want to do boy?" Sir Scott asked.
My heart was pounding and my dick started throbbing again. I really enjoyed the session, and this was exactly the kind of setup I was looking for. As much as I wanted to cum, I didn't want to miss out on the opportunity of a lifetime, so I spoke slowly and deliberately, "please put the bag of ice on my dick to get me soft, and lock me up. I want to be your sub, and work up to being your slave."
"Are you sure boy?" asked Daddy Miguel.
"Yes Sirs," I replied meekly. I winced as the bag of ice returned to my dick, and after a few moments, the cage slipped back on snugly, and the key went back in. I exhaled and felt a giddy rush of excitement in the pit of my stomach. I hoped that they would continue playing with me, but I was disappointed when my hands started getting unshackled, and I heard the sound of the rubber glove being pulled off.
"You did well boy. You must eat a lot of fiber - there's not a single drop of feces on the towel or your pants," Sir Scott complimented me as he pulled my pants up. Finally, my legs were unshackled, the gas mask was pulled off, and I was turned around.
"Last chance before you leave. Are you really sure? This isn't a game, and my husband and I are quite serious," Daddy Miguel remarked with a hushed tone. He looked down at my crotch with a wry smile.
I looked around the room, imagining all of the kinky fun I'd have with my two Sirs. I started giggling, then nodded happily. "Yes, absolutely!"
"Good then. I want you to go home, get some rest, avoid seeing anyone, and at your earliest convenience, go get a full spectrum STD test, and a Covid test," Sir Scott demanded.
"Yes Sir!"
"I also put a larger plug in your bag. Try putting it in when you get home, and let us know what you think," Sir Scott added.
"Hehe, yes Sir," I grinned.
"Now get on your way. My husband and I have some work to do," Sir Scott declared.
I walked out of the beautiful house, buzzing with joy (and a thoroughly worked prostate). This year was off to a great start. I couldn't wait to see where it would lead.