Lev the Landlord

And then, nothing, for six weeks or more. 

I was still allowed to clean up after Lev, wash his clothes, cook for him. But there was no other opportunty for a blow job. And only once in those weeks was as I allowed to lick his feet. That was nice, but not enough. 

I felt trapped. I wanted to serve him, but I needed him to notice me, reward me.

By now, it was Autumn, getting cold. I still didnt often have anywhere to go on a Friday night but, this evening, I was going to the pub with Lev and his mates. Not, of course, that Lev had suddenly decided he wanted to be my friend. But Oliver, my brother, was a mate of a mate of Lev’s. He was going and so I got invited too.

There were about eight of them there, most of them involved in some sort of Saturday football team. Like Lev, they were mostly older than me though all in good shape. 

I was intimidated. I felt like a kid and they treated me a bit like one too – Olly’s baby brother, Lev’s little flatmate. As with any group of drinking buddies they had their fixed roles and standard jokes about each other. Dan was fat. James was the boring corporate guy. Lev was slow and lumbering, not really that great at football. Only Sanjay, the Captain, mostly escaped the jokes. Sanjay’s right hand man was Mikey who was sharp, funny, fit. I was surprised to discover that the joking point for Mikey was that he was gay. 

“Not actually gay. I’m bi or, you know, no label,” Mikey explained to me when I found myself sitting next to him, three and a half pints into the evening. He was flirting. “But top. Definitely that. Different to you, I’m guessing.”

“Um yeh I’m mostly bottom,” I muttered.  

It wasn’t a great deduction on Mikey’s part: nobody ever thought I was likely to be anything other than a bottom.   Mikey eyed me intensely. He was handsome -  I definitely would have gone for it a few months ago. But I glanced over guiltily at Lev who was laughing hard at some joke of Olly’s. My heart pounded seeing his square, flushed face, his dusty thinning hair, his thick body. 

Sanjay leant over Mikey to talk to me. 

He smiled at me, prodding Mikey in the ribs at the same time. “ “Hey little gay Sam, don’t even think about letting this dirty old perv shag you.” 

Mikey shrugged,  “No danger of that. He’s not interested in me. But you should see how he looks at Lev.”

Mikey leaned back, and soon gave up on the flirting. “So have you got anywhere with Lev?” he asked me, after a bit. I didn’t know what to say.

“Somewhere,” I muttered.

Mikey raised his eyebrows. “Wow, I didn’t expect that.” 

“Well, you know, I do stuff for him, and once he let me, he let me..” I trailed off.

“He got pissed and let you blow him?” Mikey said, confidently.

It wasn’t quite right, but it was close enough – the only real sexual contact I’d had with Lev really was just the one blow job. I nodded.

“And now nothing for like six weeks.” I said.

Mikey laughed, “Must be a bit frustrating living with him.”  

Mikey was warm, charming and had soon wormed out of me the stuff I was doing for Lev, the washing, cooking, cleaning. He took a deep sip of his pint. “Don’t worry, I’ll have a word with him. See if I can get you some action.”

I started to beg him not to say anything but he’d already whistled sharply to get Lev’s attention, and was waving a pack of cigarettes. “Hey Lev, man, come out and smoke with me.”

I didn’t even know Lev smoked.  But apparently he did sometimes because he immediately pushed his chair back and followed Mikey out the front door of the pub. I watched through the window as they lit their cigarettes and started to talk. My heart sank. God knows what they were saying.

Sanjay leant over to me again, “You don’t smoke, Little Sam?” 

I shook my head.

“Me neither. But I could do with some fresh air. Lets go and see what those two idiots are talking about.”

I followed Sanjay out. Mikey beckoned us over. “I’m just explaining some facts of life to Lev here.”

“You know, Sammy is Lev’s bitch.” Mikey announced this as a general piece of information to Sanjay. He ruffled my hair as he said it, like he would a seven year old. 

“Lev’s got Sammy here cleaning his house, washing his fucking underwear.” 

He looked at Sanjay.“Would you want to go near this hairy bastard’s dirty kegs?”

The captain grimaced.

Mikey turned to face Lev, “Lev man, even bitches need paying. And how do you think they get paid?"

Lev looked at Mikey carefully, didn't say aything.

"Well, the way they get paid is D.” Mickey explained, grabbing his crotch to emphasise the point.

“And you’re not paying out.” 

Lev stayed quiet, looking embarrassed."I'm not queer," he said eventually.

“Doesn’t matter, you need to pay,” Mikey said, “And look at this pretty face.” 

He grasped my chin painfully, turned my face towards Lev, “You honestly telling me it would be terrible to have that wrapped round your cock?”

Sanjay laughed loudly. “Jesus, Mikey,” he muttered.

Lev stubbed out his cigarette and walked off.

“We haven’t finished talking about this.” Mikey shouted after him.

Mikey and Sanjay went on to talk about something else. I slipped back into the pub and left shortly afterwards.

I didn’t take Mikey too seriously. I certainly didn’t expect him to show up the next day at Lev’s house. But at 2 o'clock on Saturday, there he was. I was still badly hungover, not used to drinking so much. Lev, as usual, was crashed out with his PS4. But as he burst in Mikey was bright and full of energy.  "Make me a coffee," he told me as I opened the door to him, and he immediately started finding his way through the house until he got to Lev. 

When I followed him through into the living room, his coffee in my hand, the two guys were looking at each other awkwardly.  Mike, was smartly dressed and clean shaved, slim, dark haired and handsome. Lev, bearded and scruffy,  was sitting in his chair trying not to look embarrassed to be wearing only boxers and a dirty t-shirt, some of his belly and a lot of his muscle and body hair spilling out around the edges.

I was sure Mikey had come to talk about me but apparently I wasn't going to be part of the conversation. Taking his drink, Mikey told me, "Go to your room, Sammy." I was 25,  he was at most twelve years older than me. And nobody ever called me "Sammy." Still, I went.

From my bedroom, I could hear the tone of what Lev and Mikey were saying but not the detail. Lev started with angry stonewalling like last night, denying he'd have anything to do with me.  But  I knew that in the little world of their football club, Mikey was the more important guy: Lev couldn't just kick Mikey out.  And Mikey could talk.

Soon I heard Lev's tone soften, Mikey tell some sort of joke. Then a quiet, serious discussion and the sound of laughing agreement.

"Sammy!" Mike called me back. 

I cam back to the room, nervous as to what it all meant. I really did feel like a kid, especially when Mikey unexpectedly, gently wrestled me to  the ground. Though not huge, he was bigger than me and he easily manhandled me  where he wanted me. That turned out to be kneeling on the floor in front of the sofa, my face buried in its cushions, my arse in the air. In the next movement he pulled down the back of my jeans and underpants. He kept me like that with one knee in my back and carried on his conversation with Lev.

"Look, Lev, you telling me that's not a good thing to fuck?"

I felt Mikey's hands pull my ass cheeks apart. I blushed into the cushion as I felt his finger pushing gently into my asshole, flicking it open, showing it to Lev.

"Look at this hole, its fucking beautiful."  

Lev grunted, but didnt say anything.

Mikey let himself play with me my hole a few seconds longer."See how tight that is. I bet you're a big guy Lev, imaging splitting that open."

Next he pulled me off the sofa. He pulled me up and turned me round, still on my knees, but now facing Lev.

Holding the back of my head firm with one hand, with the other Mikey squeezed my jaw open and then forced three fingers into my mouth. I could taste my asshole on them. He face fucked me briefly like that, pushing his fingers in and out fast and hard to the back of my throat, making me gag. Tears streamed down my face. 

"Tell me any woman's going to let you use your dick in her mouth like that."

Mikey pushed me back to where I'd been - face down into the sofa cushions, arse in the air. "Stay there." As i breathed in through the dusty cushions, deeply aware of my arse on show, Mike carried on lecturing Lev. 

"Look part of the problems going to be his dick. You're straight, you're not going to enjoy a blow job if you look down and see that he's got his own little hard-on going on."

I heard Mike walked across the room and unzip his bag, take something out.

"You know what this is?" He asked Lev.

"I've seen plenty of porn, man." Lev replied.

"Put it on your boy here, that problem's solved, he's never even going to get hard." I'd worked out by now what Mikey was showing Lev.

"And he can't wank, he's going to go crazy. He's a good boy already, but with this on, within two or three days all he'll be able to think about is you, your body, serving you. Then, really, do what you like - keep him tied up all day, double his rent if you want, whatever."

Lev grunted. Not saying no. "Show me that thing."  

"But you've got to give him some dick. These things turn bottom boys into bitches in heat.  He'll want it from you more than anything. But if you don't give it him he will find a way to get dick from someone - anyone - else."

Lev was silent. 

Mikey carried on. "So, I'm not going to ask you if you're going to fuck the boy. What you do in your home is up to you. Nobody's business. Just tell me if you want me to put Sammy here into the chastity cage."

A long pause. 

Then, finally, from Lev, "Do it."

"Go back to your room, Sammy." Mikey  told me. 

I pulled up my trousers as quickly as I could and left them to it. Looking back on it, the weird thing is I don't remember even thinking about whether I wanted to be put into the cage. I was already getting used to being controlled. Mikey thought it was a good idea, Lev had agreed that's what he wanted. What I thought didn’t come into it.

Mikey came to find me a few minutes later. He had the cock cage in his hands.  I started undoing my trousers, looked at Mikey to confirm that's what I should do. He nodded, unclipped the hasp on the cage. When I was naked, sat on the bed, he bent down, grasped me by the balls and pulled my junk away from my body. But I was too excited by the whole thing. My little dick was stiff as a board. Mikey handled my dick with distate - he was definitely a top – trying to push the cage down onto my hard on, get it to bend. It didn’t work, there was no way it was going in.

He stepped back. "Wank yourself, Sammy. Let’s get this thing under control." Again, I felt like a teenager, told what to do, humiliating myself before this guy. I started wanking sat on the bed, but now of course I had the opposite problem. I was embarrassed with Mikey stood looking down at me and my cock soon deflated. 

He was exasperated. "Jesus, boy, I've got things to do." 

But he was clearly experienced at managing bottom boys. He stepped over to me, opened his fly and pulled my face forward so my nose and mouth were nestling against his cock, through his underpants. With the other hand he reached under my shirt pulled hard on my nipple.

The abuse of my nipple coupled with the sensation of Mikey's warm, thick, slightly stiffening dick against my face solved my wanking problem. My hard on returned and as I shot my load about a minute and half later, I cupped it carefully, avoiding getting any on Mikey's smart clothes. I wiped my hands and dick down with a tissue and, leaning back on the bed, opening my legs, gave myself back to him, to get on with sorting out the chastity device.

This time my dick stayed nearly fully limp as he slipped it into its plastic cage; the hasp sealed behing my balls. I hadn't really been sure how he was going to lock it but he produced a surprisingly serious looking metal padlock that must have weighed as much as the cage. He looped it through, snapped it shut and put the key on the table.

So it was done. I stood up, started getting used to the strange weight of plastic and metal around my cock and balls, the feeling of my cock being held tight. I glanced down, somehow the cage made my dick look smaller even than usual, almost non-existent.  

Mikey got ready to go. A lot had happened since he arrived an hour or so ago. I was trying to get my head round it but it didn’t quite make sense. 

"Why did you come round Mike? Why do you want to help me with Lev." 

Mikey grinned at me, "I'd like to say its just because I wanted to help a little gay boy in need. Lev's not the brightest and since his wife left he's obviously horny as fuck. I knew it would be easy talking him into using you."

"But the fact is, Lev's straight.", he carried on.  

"He'll use you because it's better than wanking, you sort out his shit for him and he probably enjoys humiliating you. But it won't last. As soon as a regular girl comes along, or he starts to get worried he's queer, you'll be kicked right out of here. And when that happens, and you've got no place to go and you can't even have a wank to make yourself feel better, you'll remember who's got the key to that thing you're wearing." 

He reached down, picked the key off the side table and winked at me. He put the key into his wallet.

"And that's how you come to my door, and start paying the price I'll need  if I'm ever going to unlock you."

He set off down the corridor, just turning his head back briefly.

"Have fun Sammy, see you soon."