A Pair of Handcuffs

All I could do was stare as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs; a taunting smile on his face. He couldn't. He couldn't do this to me. "Turn around." He spoke in a calm, yet demanding tone. "Austin please, you can't-" "Turn aroumd. Hands behind your back." He repeated in a more forceful tone, cutting me off. Out of fear I complied.

As I felt the cool metal clasp around my wrists, I shuddered, realizing that now I truly had nothing. And with that, I heard a click, locking up any chance of hiding my genitals from view. For how long, I didn't know. Making matters worse, my morning wood had kicked into full swing, as I felt it start to stiffen and rise. I instinctively tried to use my hands to cover up, but my heart skipped a beat when I finally realized I couldn't. My hands stuck in place.

I suddenly felt a hard smack on my ass, causing me to stumble forward, knocking me out of my fearful and stunned trance. "Turn back around Ben." Austin chuckled. Giving out a shakey sigh, I turned towards him, revealing a full erection that I couldn't hide. "Woah! I didn't realize you'd enjoy being stuck like this!" He laughed, "After all this time, you still proved to be a pervert." He sneered, slapping my dick, causing it to wobble back and forth, hardening even more at the contact. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't stop him."N-no! I don't enjoy it! I-"Quiet." He interrupted. I went silent, my face burning even redder.

"You're probably wondering when you get this, yeah?" He spoke, dangling the handuff key in front of me. "Well, I've decided NOT to give them back. At least, I won't tell you any specific time." He spoke with malice; a smirk across his face. "Wait what!? You can't just leave me like this forever!" I shouted anxiously. "Oh don't worry, not forever. Whenever I need you for something, I may or may not take them off. But only for a short time. Whenever you're not needed, you DON'T get them off. Like I said, you don't deserve the right to cover up." I tried to find words, but I couldn't. It was all to overwhelming for me to process.

"Well, we should probably explain to your roommates your predicament." He decided. "Wait do-" but before I could finish, he called them in. I closed my eyes shut, my face burning red as I heard a collective gasp from those around me. I once again tried to cover up my erection, to no avail.

Before I could explain, Austin started. "As you can see, Ben here is no longer allowed to cover up. When I barged in, we had a civil conversation. He told me about how he felt he didn't have everything taken away, as he still had the privacy to cover up. So we decided to put these on him." He explained. I couldn't believe this. He was pinning the handcuffs on me! "I-" but I couldn't even get out a sentence before he smacked my ass, shutting me up.

"He'll probably say things about how I **** him to do this. But look." He spoke, before gesturing at my hard on. "He's enjoying this. He likes having those handcuffs on." He then slowly and gently dragged the tip of his finger along the underside of my shaft, causing me to gasp, and my dick to twitch. "See? He wanted this." Austin smiled.

I looked up at my roommates. They looked back at me with confusion. I tried to explain to them that this wasn't the truth. I tried to move, but I couldn't. I was paralyzed with embarrassed.

"Alright, I'll be heading out." Austin said, clapping his hands. Slowly, my roommates left the room, leading Austin to the door. But Austin turned back around, quietly walking towards me, who had been stunned silent. He stood close to me; his daunting figure dwarfing my own. He began to whisper. "Don't you dare tell anyone the truth." He harshly explained. Suddenly, without warning, he firmly and forcefully grabbed my dick. I gasped again, as I felt it harden even more. "If you do, you're never getting these off. Got it?" I nodded silently.

He smirked, before turning around, leaving me with truly, nothing left.