Previously
Josh was taken to “The Chapel”, wearing only a loin cloth intentionally reminiscent of Christ’s crucifixion garment. The Chapel had been retrofitted into a BDSM dungeon, where he was flogged, denigrated, and spit-roasted on a fuck bench by his Master Caine, and the BDSM Master, Jason.
Afterwards, back in the apartment, Caine drew a hot bath they shared with Josh relaxing back into the nest of Caine’s open legs.
They laid there quietly, the water slowly cooling off, but neither of them wanting to leave the serenity.
Finally, when it appeared they’d need to call it a night, Josh said quietly, “Sir….”
“Yes, Josh?” Caine replied.
“When can we do this again?”
The introduction to BDSM in The Chapel made a monumental impact on Josh. After what Caine and Jason put him through, he realized he not only could endure it, but he actually wanted more. Craved more. He passionately wanted to prove to Caine that he would withstand any amount of degradation and physical pain on his behalf and became rabid in his desire to prove it to him. But more importantly, it was a way to share his love with Caine. It made their passion—at least in Josh’s eyes—more real, more tangible. He not only tolerated the suffering, he relished it.
Caine felt the same way. He not only inflicted pain and suffering, but he also shared it. It only served to elevate their love to a level he’d never previously experienced. They counted the days until they could do it again. Caine reserved The Chapel, always with Jason, at least twice a month, each time increasing the intensity of the beatings. And Caine and absorbed the sting and pain of every blow as Josh begged for more each time.
Jason, meanwhile, was a more-than-willing participant in the debauchery. He and Caine had been casual fuck buddies prior to Josh emerging on the scene, and he had come to share Caine’s affection and protection of Josh.
Josh was settling into his new normal of routine thrashings at the hands of these two handsome, dominant men, but Caine had not yet shared with Josh that there was a significant induction ceremony required for Josh to be confirmed as a Charge at The Keyholders Club. Caine had been on a slower timetable for the final ceremony that would mark Josh’s passage, but Josh’s commitment to personal sacrifice persuaded him to speed up the timetable.
About three months after Josh’s initiation to BDSM at The Chapel, the two were having dinner on a Friday evening relaxing after another successful week at the law firm. As they were finishing, Caine sat back and reflected, “Josh, your progress, on every level, never ceases to amaze me. Your success at the firm is unmatched, and here at the Club, your submission has been unparalleled. The other Keyholders have remarked how comfortably and confidently you’ve acclimated. And what a handsome Charge you make. Frankly, they’re jealous”, he said with a soft smile.
Josh placed his hand on Caine’s, looked him in the eye, and said, “You mean more to me than anything, Sir. You’ve made my life complete. My submission isn’t sacrifice; it’s strength. It’s a gift you’ve given me.”
“I’m glad to hear that because there’s one more step you need to take. Let’s go upstairs, and I’ll tell you more about it.”
Josh’s initial response was to flinch, thinking ‘Is he moving the goalposts again?’ But during their entire relationship, Caine had never asked him to do anything he didn’t end up loving and didn’t strengthen their relationship. He trusted Caine with whatever came next.
With Caine’s arm firmly around Josh’s shoulders, they made their way back to the apartment. Once in the door, Caine ordered, almost routinely, “Put on that sexy loin cloth you wear in The Chapel and get back in here.” While Josh was in the other room, Caine took out a small box and placed it on the table next to the armless chair where he asked Josh to become his Charge.
By the time Josh emerged, Caine sat in the chair, nude, with a lubed erection that dared Josh to impale himself. Glancing down, Caine said simply, “You know what to do, Little Man”.
As much as Josh had learned to crave the brutality of The Chapel, it was quiet nights like this with Caine that he cherished most. Josh straddled his Master and slid down him to full penetration with near ease. Although he’d been there many times before, nothing matched the fullness and depth of Caine’s cock inside him. It said ‘I own you and will protect you to the death’ without saying a word. Caine reached around and handed Josh a bourbon from the side table, took his own, and toasted, “To us.”
“To us,” Josh repeated and subtly ground down into him to make sure he got to experience every centimeter of his Master.
They each took a sip and Caine pulled Josh’s mouth to his to exchange the mellow bourbon they had just toasted with. The kiss was long, passionate, and extraordinarily special.
After the kiss, Caine began. “There’s a reason for this…” motioning to their current seating arrangement “…something I need to share with you.”
“Like your cock spearing me isn’t enough?” Josh asked as he slowly glided up and down Caine.
“Oh, it’s always enough”, Caine smiled, “But there’s more. Something that’s required to make your commitment to us….complete.”
Josh continued to seductively slide up and down Caine’s pole, but Caine reluctantly had to tell him to stop, “There’s something important I need to share with you.”
Now he had Josh’s attention. The last time they had a serious conversation while fucking in this chair Caine had made his Keyholder proposal.
Josh stopped, relaxed but still fully penetrated, leaned in and placed his arms on Caine’s shoulders. “This better be good, Daddy”, Josh smiled.
“It’s good for me, that much I know. You’ll have to decide if it’s good for you, but I trust you will.”
Part puzzled, part concerned, Josh said, “Ok, hit me…”
Caine began, “Tell me something. I deny you. I degrade you. I physically punish you. Tell me why that works for you.”
“We’ve talked about this Old Man”, Josh spoke up. “I do it because I know you love it. And you loving it gives me more pleasure than anything. The more you deny me—as tough as that is—the more I crave you. It makes me want you even more”, he said as he ground down into Caine.
“You said it better than I ever could, Little Man. Our ‘unequal’ relationship is at the core of what makes us work, just like the other Keyholders and Charges.” He gently took hold of Josh’s hard, albeit small cock, and said, “This! How much pleasure does this really give you?”
“Less and less every day”, Josh confessed. “You find other ways to keep me happy”.
“Exactly!” Caine answered.
Then Caine flexed his cock inside Josh’s warm hole and added, “But this…” grinding up into him, “…what does this do to you?”
“You KNOW what that does to me Daddy”, he moaned as he reciprocated by grinding back down.
“That’s my point, Little Man”, he said as he thrust his hips into Josh, making him groan even more. “Your hole makes me the happiest man in the world. And this…” he playfully swatted Josh’s hard cock “…doesn’t really matter that much, does it”, and thrust into him again, this time targeting his g-spot.
“Fuck, Daddy, you know what that does to me”, pushing down even further.
Suddenly Caine stopped, turned to the side table, reached for the box he had placed there and handed it to Josh. “I offer this with the best intentions. It’s what we need to take us to the highest level. Open it.”
Appearing to be confused, Josh actually had an idea of what was in the box. It could only be one thing. It opened like a jewelry box and inside the velvet lining was a chastity cage. Black steel, ominous, even threatening. It was a curved tube with a lock dangling on a short length of chain.
Josh picked it up, rubbed his fingers across it, inspected it, squeezed it, and finally asked, “This is for me to wear, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Little Man, I’m asking you to do this for me. For us.”
Gripping it, Josh looked at Caine with a look that said, ‘Please don’t make me wear this’, and at the same time fondled it like it was a sex toy.
“I know you want it”, Caine said with authority.
“I do Sir, I really do, but I just don’t know if I can. How can you take away…my cock…my manhood?” he pleaded.
“Josh, it’s not yours anymore. It’s mine”. The pausing thoughtfully, Caine added, “I’m not asking you; I’m telling you.”
Josh, heart pounding, said nothing. He looked up and down as if he’d find the answer on the ceiling or the floor. He peered into Caine’s eyes, hoping he’d withdraw his demand, but his face remained unreadable.
Finally, he pushed it in Caine’s hand and blurted, “Just do it, put it on me now. Do it before I change my mind.”
Caine slowly lifted Josh’s softening cock and slid the cage over the shaft and around the balls until it sat snug against Josh’s pubic bone. Then he fitted his cock into the curved tube, forcing Josh’s penis downward. Josh squirmed from the confinement trying to ignore the blood rushing to swell his cock.
Recognizing the gravity of the moment, Caine lined up the lock, clicked it closed, and snapped the padlock shut.
Josh remained perfectly still, fearing that when he drew breath, he would feel it. It would become real.
“Ready for some good news, Little Man?”
“Anything Sir” he said as he exhaled, now feeling the weight of the metal between his legs.
“This is only a 2-week trial period. I’m confident that you’ll come to realize this is right for us and will agree to continue, because if you do there will be a permanent caging ritual.”
“What the fuck?” Josh cried. “Permanent? A ritual? What are you talking about?”
“All in good time, Little Man”, Caine replied and picked Josh up and carried him to the bedroom. Caine laid him down, spooned him from behind wrapped his 6’7” wingspan arms around him and whispered, “I’ll explain it all tomorrow” and kissed him goodnight on the back of his neck.
They laid there with Caine’s firm dick nestled in Josh’s crack like so many nights before, presumably drifting off to sleep.
Josh’s breath, however, was irregular, erratic, and finally, began to accelerate. If Josh was being asked to sacrifice his manhood, he needed to experience Caine’s now, at that very moment.
Josh tugged Caine even closer into him and begged, “Please Sir, please fuck me. I need to feel you inside me. I need it badly.”
Caine had wanted to take Josh that night anyway, but given the sensitivity of the topic at hand, he left it up to Josh. His cock sprung to action in mere seconds. He aligned the tip with Josh’s hole and carefully slid into him. “That’s my good little boy”, he whispered as he gently cradled Josh’s cage with his left hand, squeezed him close with his right, and pushed into him from behind.
In later years as the two looked back on their storied sex life, this night stood out. Over time, Josh came to grips with the fact that his cock was superfluous. It was his anal receptive center, when filled with Caine’s manhood, fed and sustained him.
Caine realized it too. It was made clear that night that they had rewritten the rules. As Caine was inside him, making love with quiet intensity, they both knew Caine was more than enough for them both.
As the two weeks unfolded between that evening and the unnamed induction ritual, a few things became clearer to Josh. In talking with other Charge’s, he got the distinct sense they were caged themselves and aware of the ceremony. They weren’t able to share details, but Josh was relieved that the picture they painted wasn’t foreboding; in fact, they talked about it in hushed tones and with great reverence. And while he couldn’t put his finger on it, Josh got the impression they would play a role.
However, learning to live with the cage between his legs was torture. He felt it every time he moved; at first he couldn’t think of anything else. Although Caine assured him he was imagining it, he suspected people could see it through his dress pants at the office and had become a source of gossip. It felt like he was dragging an anvil between his legs. And having to sit to urinate was humiliating, especially in the shared men’s rooms at the office.
Nights were worse. After sex, his swollen, unsatisfied cock would press against the bars, dripping pre-cum. He wondered how he’d ever be able to survive this.
But every time things looked particularly bleak, he remembered how much this meant to Caine. Early in their relationship, when Caine began to deny his orgasms, he’d lay awake pouting; now he honored his self-control. He was terrified the night Caine took him to see Jason in The Chapel, now he craved the punishment. This would be the same, he assured himself.
Friday morning as they were dressing for the office, about 2 weeks into the “trial period”, Caine announced that the ceremony was scheduled for that evening, 9PM, in The Chapel. Josh wouldn’t have to prepare much…all he’d need was to be “clean inside and out” and to wear his loin cloth. Those two pieces of direction told him much of what he needed to know.
The two had an early dinner downstairs, and Josh, uncharacteristically, had a few glasses of wine. ‘Probably for the best’ Caine thought to himself.
Back in the apartment, Josh slipped into his loin cloth without issue, and Caine dressed in his standard “Tom of Finland” gear. About 20 minutes before they were due upstairs, Caine poured them both a bourbon, and facing Josh, lifted up his loin cloth and slowly removed the cage.
Josh’s cock grew hard in seconds and Josh looked up at him as if to ask, “What?”
“You’ll see it again at the ceremony. It’s the ritual’s centerpiece.”
“Sir, can you give me an idea of what to expect tonight?” he pleaded.
“Of course; I owe you that. Sit down, it will take a few minutes. First, I have to warn you that, given the religious overtones of the founders of The Keyholder Club, you will see the significant influence of Catholic rituals in tonight’s ceremony. It’s pure coincidence that it mirrors your own religious fetish, and, frankly, I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. You’ll need to be the judge of that.” Caine paused to give Josh a moment to digest that.
Once Josh had, he continued, “The ritual has three parts. The first is the Supplication. If you remember from your catechism, the term supplication means ‘To ask with humility, with prayer-like reverence’. In the ceremony tonight, you will be asking your peers, the other Charges, to accept you into their brotherhood. But to do this, they will require you to submit to them.” He paused and then added cautiously, “You’ll see exactly what that submission requires when we’re in The Chapel.”
The second won’t come as a surprise—it’s the Oath of Chastity. Again, you know that all Catholic priests take this oath”. Pointing to the cage he laughed, “They aren’t required to wear this, although maybe they should. But you will be required to, for all the reasons we’ve discussed.” Here Caine paused again to take Josh’s temperature. Although the cage wasn’t a surprise, he knew the impact would be profound. “You ok, Little Man?” he asked gently.
Josh looked Caine straight in the eyes, and whispered, “I will be”.
Caine continued, “The third is the Consecration, where we consummate your chastity and it’s witnessed by the brotherhood, both Keyholders and their Charges. The actual act of consummation is determined by the Keyholder whose Charge is being caged, in this case me. I’ve consulted with Sir Jason and we have something very meaningful in mind for you.”
It wasn’t lost on Josh that Caine used the pronoun ‘we’ referring to he and Jason when describing the Consecration. This put Josh as ease as Jason had been played an integral role at every one of Josh’s BDSM sessions in The Chapel, he typically administered the punishment and it was he Josh was shared with as per Rule #6.
That aside, Josh couldn’t ignore the stunning similarities between his childhood religious fantasies, which he still found shameful,and what he was about to encounter.
Josh was overwhelmed with what he was agreeing to. The acts; the language; the symbolism shook him to his core. “Submit to my peers? Oath of Chastity? Witnessed by the brotherhood?”
Caine replied matter-of-factly, “You don’t have to do this, you know.”
Josh remained silent and stared into the distance. Caine couldn’t read his mind and began to worry this was a mistake.
Suddenly Josh blurted. “Yes, I do”.
“Are you sure, Little Man?” Caine asked earnestly.
“Everything you’ve asked me to do has made me tougher. Everything I’ve done for you has made you better. Everything we’ve done for each other has made us stronger. I know this will be the same.”
Josh then did something he’d never done before; he pulled Caine in for a passionate kiss, and said, “Let’s go fucking do this!”
The elevator doors to The Chapel creaked open to reveal a scene the looked like it was out of a Fellini movie.
The Chapel was dark, but with dramatic uplighting that emphasized the soaring gothic architecture. Low, thumping, industrial techno played with a demanding insistence. A spotlight illuminated the elevated altar on which there was a platform, with chains piled on the ground. The center aisle was lined with the 10 other Charges, all dressed in skimpy white tunics which barely covered their assets. On the altar waited the 11 other Keyholders,with Jason at the center, all in various forms of leather, each looking like they just left leather night at The Eagle.
Caine stopped Josh two steps in and asked, “You ok, Little Man?”
“Bring in on, fucker!” he sneered.
“That’s my boy”, Caine gloated.
Caine led him up the aisle like a father giving away his daughter at a wedding. With his hand in the small of Josh’s back, he proudly led him up the stairs to the Keyholders and stood.
Jason, as usual, held court, and asked, “What brings you here, Sir Caine?”
Without hesitation, Caine answered, “My Charge demands chastity”.
Looking at Josh, Jason asked, “Is that true, Charge?”
Peering into Jason’s eyes, he nodded and quietly said, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Prepare him for the Supplication”, he said to no one in particular.
The participants knew exactly what to do. The Keyholders, including Caine, stepped away from Josh at the center of the altar allowing the Charges to slowly move up to take their place. Each of the Charges stood directly in front of their Keyholder and let their tunic slide to the floor. What was revealed shouldn’t have surprised Josh, but it did. Each of them wore the identical chastity cage he had worn and would become permanent tonight.
“Unlock your Charges”, Jason instructed.
Each Keyholder removed the key from around their neck and knelt down to remove the cage from their Charge. Now nude, uncaged, and quickly hardening, the 10 Charges surrounded Josh. They carefully dropped him to his knees, secured the thick steel cuffs around his wrists and fastened them to D-rings bolted into the floor under each hand effectively chaining him into a kneeling position, and removed his loin cloth revealing his modest, but throbbing cock. That left Josh kneeling in the center of the altar under the spotlight, surrounded by 10 nude Charges and 12 Keyholders clad in leather, salivating at the sight of the nubile young men.
Jason spoke again, “Josh, the first act of your admission is your Supplication. Your fellow Charge’s seed is a scarce and valuable commodity. You should feel honored not only to be admitted into their fraternity, but to be blessed with their copious amounts of semen.
Do you humbly beg them for their seed?” Jason asked.
Josh hadn’t been prepped to respond, but he responded succinctly, “Yes, Sir. I supplicate myself to my brothers and am honored to even be considered worthy. I’m hungry for their seed”, he added just to let them know he was all in. He glanced up to Caine to see him beaming with pride.
The moment was electric. The humility of the moment left Josh’s cock harder than he’d ever experienced. And the satisfaction on his Master’s face made him swell even more.
Jason continued, “We anticipate copious amounts of seed”, he smiled devilishly and then continued, “and for you, Josh, to eagerly consume the product of their loins.”
“Charges, begin.”
A fraction of a second later, the 10 beautiful young male bodies, all of whom he’d already come to know, surrounded Josh, each with a cock that looked like it would explode any second. Like Josh, they were all routinely denied, and tonight was a rare occasion not only for them to reach orgasm, but to do it with grandeur and ceremony. They were white, black, Asian, cut, uncut, thick, thin, long and short. He felt cocks on his back, his shoulders, his chest, his face, and pressing into his mouth. They slapped across his face, head, and arms, and massaged into his back. He’d seen bukkake porn videos but dismissed them as just that…fictional porn. On his knees, arms chained to the floor, he decided this was a rare opportunity; he was starring in one, and he was going to make the most of it.
He looked up to see at least six cocks being vigorously stroked over his head and took in their shapes, veins, mushroom heads and sliding foreskins. He cranked his head to lick whichever one was closest eliciting a groan from its owner. The Charges knew to take it slow as this was a rare indulgence. Each slowly stroked into Josh’s mouth and—when they got close to shooting—stepped aside and let another take their place. Josh quickly drifted into the zone…that place where the only thing that mattered was cock, and he committed himself to swallowing every one of their loads. He owed it to them to earn their brotherhood. He glanced at Caine, opened wide and shouted, “Down my throat, men. Drown me in your jizz!”
The boys stroked even faster. One of the younger ones went first…he couldn’t hold on and exploded over Josh’s face but slid it into Josh’s mouth for last few spurts. That elicited a roar of approval from both the Charges and the Keyholders and started a domino of ejaculations. Josh could tell they’d done this before, as it seemed almost choreographed. One after another, they stood in front of Josh’s open mouth, face fucked him, then quickly moved on before they came. Between cocks in his mouth, Josh would look up and see what appeared to be a dozen cocks all ready to explode on his face. This was a rare opportunity for them they weren’t going to squander it. Given how rarely they had the chance to orgasm, they weren’t able to last long. Most aimed for his mouth but ended up with as much on his face and hair as down his gullet. Josh didn’t care…all he wanted was his new brothers’ jizz and was indifferent as to where it landed, as long as he swallowed at least some of each.
The cheering from the Keyholders intensified as Josh counted, 7, 8, 9, and realized there was only one more. The group quieted and he felt two thumbs wipe the cum from his eyes. He looked up and saw the massive black cock of a Charge he’d come to know and respect, David, standing with his hands on his hips, looking down on Josh with part admiration, part friendship, but mostly lust. He tenderly wiped the rest of the cum off Josh’s face and knelt down so they were eye-to-eye. “Ready for my BBC, Joshie”, he taunted him.
“Your big black cock?” Josh asked innocently.
“Damn right. I want to hear you beg”, David goaded, thoroughly enjoying his temporary position of power.
David knew he was on stage and was going to milk it. First, he slapped Josh’s face with his cock repeatedly, all while Josh tried to capture it with his open mouth. Then, almost like a Keyholder, he opened Josh’s mouth with his hands and spit into his mouth, prompting a gasp from both the Keyholders and the Charges.
Without being prompted, Josh smiled and said, “Thank you, Sir”.
“Good boy”, David proudly remarked.
David presented his 9+ inch cock to Josh and remarked quietly, “Lick it, all of it”. Josh lowered his head to get under his balls so he could start there then moved up the entirety of his cock all the way up to his fat mushroom head. When he reached the end, he circled the head with his lips and teased David’s slit with the tip of his tongue.
“Fuck boy, who taught you that?” he asked rhetorically.
“Again, exact same thing,” ordered David. Keenly aware he was being watched, Josh stole a glance at Caine and again saw him beaming with pride.
“Again”, again”, “again”, it continued, eliciting roars of approval from both the Keyholders and the Charges as David appeared to be getting close.
David then seized the hair on the sides of Josh’s head and began to pummel his open mouth. “All the way down, bitch”, he snarled, again relishing his moment of being in control.
Once again, the crowd began to roar and taunt, “Fuck his mouth. Fuck his mouth…” they shouted over and over.
Josh again retreated into the zone, that place where he disassociated himself form reality and his entire world was reduced to cock. The back of his throat ached, but he knew it was temporary and he was doing it for his beloved Master.
The throttling escalated until Josh wondered how much more he could take and finally he heard David roar, “Here it comes, brother”, and shot what felt like a quart of scalding jizz into his mouth and all over his face and head.
The crowd roared even louder as they knew all the Charges had left the best for last. Once David regained his composure he stepped away, leaving Josh, kneeling and chained, covered in cum.
Josh had been released from his cage earlier and his cock throbbed for attention, but his wrists were shackled to the floor so it was left unattended. But that would change when Jason asked, “Josh, before you are admitted into the brotherhood of Charges. Now you will share your seed”.
The request caught Josh completely off guard, but David’s monumental ejaculation was still scalding his face and mouth, so it seemed natural to select him. “David, Sir”, Josh responded.
Jason nodded to David who crouched down and released Josh from the chains. The Charges handed Josh a hot wet towel to remove the cum from his face and laid him on his back where he had knelt. David crawled between Josh’s legs and slowly began what would become another epic fellatio in front of the same cheering crowd.
David started with his balls, his taint, then lifted his legs to get at his ass, the tongued his slit, he licked the length of his cock, all sending Josh, who had been caged for the previous two weeks, into a frenzy. The crowd cheered, “Make. Him. Cum. Make. Him. Cum.” David searched for his own Keyholder and saw him glowing which motivated him to even more effectively edge Josh. Josh thrashed, begged, thrust his hips into the air, lifted his legs, pushed his cock deep into David’s mouth, sending the group into a frenzy. Finally, it happened. As David deep throated him, Josh’s body stiffened like a board and he grabbed David’s hands. “He’s cumming” someone shouted, and the crowd quieted, as if it were a sacred moment.
David pulled off just in time so everyone could see the ropes of cum fly over Josh’s head, his face, his chest, torso, his abdomen, followed by countless spurts which dribbled down his cock.
For what felt like an eternity, Josh laid there breathing, absorbing the magnitude of what had happened. Caine joined David up on the “altar” and held Josh’s head in his arms and finally leaned down and whispered in his ear, “You did well, Little Man. I’m so fucking proud of you. Let’s get you ready for the Phase 2.”
It was at that moment that Josh remembered there were three phases to the Caging Ceremony, and this was only the first.
Caine handed Josh off to the Charge’s who led him to a small room off the Chapel to prepare him for the next ritual – the Oath of Chastity. Although still sticky and unsteady, Josh resolved to make Caine proud in whatever came next.
There was a flurry of activity both at the altar where Jason directed new equipment be brought up for Parts 2 and 3. In the small side chapel where the Charges attended Josh, they were quietly euphoric about his performance. He was such a beautiful young boy and was accepting this ritual with dignity and poise. Josh wondered what came next, but knew he had the support of the other Charges, as well as Caine and Jason, to get him through it. This was the opportunity of a lifetime to show what he was made of, and he didn’t want to squander it.
“Charges, bring Josh in for the Oath of Chastity”, they heard Jason announce from The Chapel.
When the Charges returned with Josh, the altar had been rearranged. Josh immediately noticed two new things under the altar’s spotlight. First was a pedestal upon which was a small box, presumably the chastity cage. More ominously, the second was the fuck bench that had been in the right transept, was now on the altar as well. As he got closer, he also noticed, oddly, there appeared to be a silver bucket with a bag of ice in it. He looked down to see his hardening cock, and it all began to make sense.
-To be continued-
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