Author's note: being that English is not my native language, I had some problems with the grammar, spelling and punctuation. So thank you Kenji Sato for proofreading this story and helping me get this story done!
When I wrote this series, about a year ago, this was the last part I wrote. I'm not sure if there is going to be a next part. I do have some ideas for new chapters, but nothing concrete yet. So, for now, this is the last part of the series. Enjoy!
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I was a lot more relaxed since I got the text from my coworker. Yes, he did want to know what was up with the keys, but I could probably talk my way out of that. Knowing that on Saturday I would finally get to release myself, Friday was a lot less eventful. I was still super-aroused, and still tried the dildo. I also fed my arousal with more research on chastity, and eventually found out about sissies, and was fascinated by them. At the end of the day though, I was annoyed at myself that I had looked at so much porn again when I was locked.
I solved my leaking problem by putting some pieces of toilet paper in my underwear to soak up the pre-cum. It worked and was a bit humiliating however, the paper needed to be replaced regularly and it shifted around during movement. There was a solution -- although, even more humiliating -- that women have used for some time now -- sanitary pads.
I was able to steal a few sanitary pads from my mother, which I could then use for the next day and the evening, until I got to unlock myself. I stuck a pad to the inside of my underwear. So, there I was -- I had an unusable dick (like a girl), got wet (like a girl), could only pee while sitting (like a girl), I also had to wear pads (like a girl) and fuck myself with a dildo for pleasure (like a girl). With that in mind, pictures of sissies came to my thoughts, and I started to imagine myself becoming one -- I was already well underway if you thought about it...
The next day went rather well. I was pretty relaxed because I knew it wouldn't take much longer before I could unlock myself. I figured I could talk myself out of it by coming up with a lame story about how I locked up my PlayStation and everything, and that, yes, maybe that wasn't such a big deal for him, but it was for me; maybe, I was a bit of a game addict or something. I also was looking forward to hanging out with him and sharing some drinks. Working together was great, not working together would be even better, right?!
On Saturday night, I went to see Brian. I made sure I put in a fresh pad in my underwear since the other one was already soaked.
When I arrived, I knocked on his door; Brian invited me in, and offered me a beer. For the first few hours, we just drank and had a lot of fun. We talked a lot and watched some football; we just had a great time.
After some time, I began to notice some things in his apartment; he had a rainbow flag and some posters of slightly erotic males on his wall.
He saw me looking confused and said, "What are you looking at? You like that guy? If he ever comes into town he's mine, so dibbs!"
That's when it hit me--he was gay! I never knew, and I told him, of course. He started laughing and said that he thought he had made enough remarks for me to notice. I didn't, but I didn't mind it at all. He also said that he knew I was straight and that I shouldn't worry unless I changed my mind, of course. We both laughed and continued with our drinks.
After a few more beers, he offered to smoke some pot.
I said, "I never knew you did that, but yeah, man, I've wanted to try that for some time now."
I smoked half a joint, Brian the other half, and... I loved it! It was hard to describe how I felt, I thought the best way to describe it was that I felt completely relaxed and chill. I had no more worries and didn't even notice the cage anymore. I was still aroused, but somehow that didn't bother me. The few beers I had had also added some extra effect to all of this, meaning I had become pretty high, eventually.
Soon, I started to speak out my thoughts more freely, telling him things like how cool it was that he was gay and that he was the first gay friend that I had had. I asked him how it was to be gay and how many boyfriends he had and what he liked. I suddenly realized I sounded like a curious little girl, who wanted to know everything about his gay life.
He was eager to share everything I wanted to know. He had one boyfriend before for a few months, but a lot more 'friends with benefits'. He went to a lot of gay nightclubs, where, in some clubs, people walked around naked or in leather outfits. He was mostly attracted to young blonde guys like me, he said with a giggle. And he was a bottom, which I learned, that night, that it meant he liked to get fucked.
I was fascinated with everything he told me. I never knew there was this gay scene and never thought that it could be so different from the normal party scene.
Suddenly, he asked me, "I know you're straight and all, but did you ever want to fool around with a guy?"
I should have been shocked about this question, because yes, I was straight, and no, I didn't want to fool around with a guy because that would make me gay. But I was really high for the first time ever, and the effect for me was that I was completely honest, and for once, not thinking how others would see me.
So I replied, "Well, to be honest, I never thought about it much. I've only been with girls and that was fine for me, but I'm very open minded so... well, maybe someday?"
I blushed a little after realizing what I had said, and started laughing. Brian was very interested in my revelation, of course, because to him, I was exactly the kind of guy he liked. Of course, he didn't know about my chastity cage and the dildo; I wasn't ready to share that.
He asked, "Ha, I never would have guessed that you, of all people, would be open to being with a guy, nice!!!" He continued, "But now, I'm curious. You say you are open minded; what did you mean by that? Did you do some nasty stuff with your ex or something?"
That time, I was a bit shocked because then I did have to be careful not to tell him about the chastity and dildo I had been using the past week, but I also wanted to share my experience, as he had shared almost everything; it just seemed fair.
So I said, "Haha... Well, yes, I did some stuff with my ex like bondage, anal and SM a few times. It was a lot of fun and I liked it, haha."
"No way! Very cool that you're trying that kind of stuff, man! Did you top or bottom on those occasions?" he asked.
A little flustered, I replied, "Uh, well... both, actually..."
Brian started laughing a bit and said, "No... way!!! I never expected you to be the type of guy who would get fucked by his girlfriend! How was it? Did you like it?"
I replied, a bit ashamed and really flustered, "Well... it was okay, I guess. I don't know, man. At first, it hurt, but after a bit, the pain was gone and I got a weird feeling and spaced out a bit. Not sure if I liked it, but it was a nice experience to be on the receiving end for once."
Brian was smiling and said, "Oh that's nice, good for you! That weird feeling was probably her hitting your prostate. You know, some guys can come from getting fucked, the prostate is the key part in that, so it sounds like your ex was doing it right!"
"Oh really?" I replied, "I read about that somewhere, but didn't know it was real. Have you ever come from being fucked?"
"No, unfortunately not, but not for the lack of trying though. Some guys just can't, unfortunately."
