TITLE    : Her Uncle's Keyholder
STORYID  : her-uncles-keyholder
SUMMARY  : Niece finds the only thing better than teasing is denying.
AUTHOR   : TiltingatWindmills@lit
DATE     : 2022-07-19
CATEGORY : non-consent-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |chastity|femdom|female domination|incest|


<strong>Note from the author</strong>

<i>This story contains themes of female domination and male chastity. If that doesn't interest you I'd recommend another story. This story occurs in the same world as Election Night Denial but should still make sense if you start here instead.</i>

Attending a two-day keyholder training session was not Vanya's picture of an ideal weekend. But her best friend Isla had convinced her to join. Isla had been enrolled by her mother, who insisted that since Isla had turned 18 she needed to start contributing to the family by supervising her older brother's chastity schedule. That meant taking the keyholder course which was necessary for any female under 21 looking to supervise. Vanya was headed to Nurse's college after this final semester and saw the training as a way to get a relevant summer job at a government chastity clinic. And since Isla's wealthy mother had offered to pay the course fee, Vanya agreed.

The first day and a half had all been textbook style learning. Lots of diagrams, videos explaining the latest research, and a remote lecture from a urologist. On the second day things became a little more hands-on. The young women were given power tools and practiced safely removing chastity devices from dummies, a precautionary skill required in the case of emergency. Then finally, fifteen men who were normally serviced at the government clinic arrived as test subjects.

"There are a few types of men who go to government clinics." The course instructor droned as the men lined up against the far wall facing the students.

"The first are men who can't find a keyholder. Maybe they don't have family that want to take care of them and they can't lock down a long term partner. For this reason a lot of women think of the clinics as being a little seedy because it's where the leftovers have to go. But there are also men who are fiercely proud. Some of these men fought in the riots and then of course lost. Others might be businessmen or politicians who were used to being in charge or hold strong principles. They would rather come to a clinic and have some measure of independence than hand over their keys to a relative. Sometimes it can be hard to tell which is which, so please try and refrain from judging prematurely."

Vanya looked at the fifteen men, one by one, trying to guess what had brought them here this day.

"Now I'd like each of you to come up and select a test subject."

Vanya and Isla happened to be in the front row. Not from eagerness, but because those were the last places claimed that morning and they had been late. Now they quickly stood up and made their way to their preferred subjects.

Isla stepped next to a man who was only maybe an inch of two taller than her, but whose broad shoulders and tattooed forearms had caught her attention as soon as he walked in.

Vanya stood next to a tall black man wearing slacks and a button up shirt. His face was clean-shaven and his hair was cut neatly and close to the scalp. She imagined him as the proud professional that the instructor had described.

"You don't generally need to spend a long time speaking with your subjects if you end up working in a clinic. But a brief history can be helpful. At the very least it's good to ask if they've experienced any discomfort and for the last time of ejaculation. Take notes on your clipboard and when you're ready you can ask them to disrobe."

Vanya turned to her test subject. "Hi, my name is Vanya."

She waited. Apparently her subject had not been expecting pleasantries at all.

"Oh sorry, Michael. I'm Michael."

"Great, and Michael have you experienced any discomfort lately?"

"No, I have not."

"Great, and when was your last ejaculation or nocturnal emission?"

"It was two months ago."

Vanya tried to hide a grimace. They had learned in class that if left unattended, many men would masturbate every day. And although she knew that men who relied on government clinis were often neglected, she had assumed this meant every other week at worst. This man needed relief.

"Alright, well let's see what we can do for you. Please take off your clothes and we'll have a look."

The other students were much faster than Vanya, and most of their subjects were already standing naked. Michael untucked his shirt and undid the buttons before pulling it off and setting it on a nearby desk. Vanya observed the goosebumps on his skin. Was he cold? Nervous?

He fumbled with his belt briefly and then down came the slacks and then next the underwear. Vanya knelt down to inspect his cage. The new designs, as they had learned, were rather marvelous. No signs of chaffing and no odours to indicate that independent hygiene was an issue. She clinically noted down the lack of space between the head of the penis and the end of the cage and then was ready for the next step.

She made eye contact with her subject and he nodded as if to say that he was ready. Then she reached out and steadied the cage by his testicles. He gasped and closed his eyes. His knees actually quivered slightly.

Vanya gave him a moment to adjust and then inserted a key provided by the instructor and turned it. With the cage unlocked she expected the device to come apart more easily, but the dummies she had practiced on did not have penises that grew the looser their prison became. Vanya had to change her grip several times and pry the device off to allow her subject's swelling penis to escape.

Finally she stood and stepped back. She admired the criss-crossing veins and the bulging head. It was fast becoming an enormous python and she was both fascinated and afraid to touch it.

"Now in a clinical setting 99% of subjects will take care of themselves. The exceptions include rare cases such as some medical patients. But in homelife a woman may of course choose to take care of her charges. Many women in fact forbid their spouses from every handling their own cage or penis. To prepare you for those situations and to complete your education, we will now ask that each of you bring your subject to ejaculation. Gloves and lubricant have been provided. Most of the subjects will need very little stimulation to finish, but we have provided fifteen minutes before break in case you have difficulties or want to take your time."

Vanya looked over to Isla who was already putting on gloves and lubricating her hand. She did likewise and then decided to kneel so as to have a better view.

Michael's penis was fully erect, and rather magnificent. Easily the largest member in the room, when Vanya went to wrap her hand around the base she found that her fingers did not meet. Despite seeming to try and stifle it, Michael let a moan escape.

Right, Vanya thought, I'll have to be gentle if I don't want him exploding right away.

She ran her finger along the top of his shaft up to the head and then repeated the move along the base, finding that he responded much better to the second half of the movement. So she again ran her fingertip up and down the underside of his shaft a few times before stopping to gently fondle his balls.

She was interrupted when she heard Isla's subject cursing to himself. She turned and watched as he sprayed cum onto the floor and Isla hurriedly grabbed some Kleenex to absorb the later spurts. She looked across at Vanya with a guilty face and a laugh.

Vanya decided that wouldn't be happening to her. She spent the next ten minutes slowly teasing Michael every way that she could think of. Soon all the other students had finished with their subjects and gone for an early break, except Isla who sat on a desk watching.

With five minutes left Vanya stopped kneeling and stood to her feet. As she did she felt her panties shift and realized that she had become quite unexpectedly wet. Made sense though, this was like sex, so it seemed like a normal enough time to get a little aroused.

Now she gripped Michael's shaft by the base and began a regular stroking motion, as many of the women in the room had employed before finishing off their subjects. Michael's breathing was deep and heavy and he saw her glancing down her tank top. Feeling a little spicy, she leaned forward just slightly to give him a better view.

"You, number 8." The instructor interrupted. "Keep your eyes off the students. You can look straight ahead or close them but that's not what you're here for."

Michael muttered an apology and closed his eyes.

A little disappointed, Vanya decided she would have to find other ways to tease him. She cupped his testicles as she lightly stroked his shaft and listened to his breathing. As it became more ragged she watched as he almost imperceptibly began moving his hips. She stopped suddenly. He opened his eyes to glance at her and then closed them again remembering the orders.

She started up again, this time stroking more quickly and with a stronger grip but stopped after only a few seconds. He sighed with disappointment.

She squeezed her thighs together, enjoying the power she had over this man who towered over her.

She started again, and then stopped quickly. Started again and then stopped. Time was running out and she heard him whisper to her.

"Please, please don't do this, it's been so long."

She ignored his comment and gripped him with both hands, making a corkscrew motion up and down his shaft. He moaned loudly but she stopped and watched as his cock dipped and rose in place.

"Okay Vanya," the instructor interrupted. "I think you've proven you have a hang of this. If you've decided that the subject doesn't deserve to finish because he was gawking at you then you are well within your rights to deny him until his next visit. Whatever you've decide, he only has another sixty seconds left."

"Okay, thank you m'am." Vanya replied cheerfully.

Vanya waited as the instructor turned her back to gather papers on her desk and then when she was fully in the clear, she stepped on her tip-toes and whispered into Michael's ear.

"I'm going to let you cum now, Michael."

Then she raised her one leg so that it pressed against his testicles ever so lightly and rubbed the underside of his shaft across the top of her thigh.

Michael groaned and swore and released a torrent of white cream. The initial spurts easily cleared her leg but as the contractions slowed she worried some might land on her thigh and so she stepped back and released her grip. Michael sighed with disappointment. Vanya smiled.

As she surveyed the mess on the floor and savored the image of Michael slumped over and breathing hard, she knew she had discovered something about herself. Controlling a man's penis was not only empowering for her, but hugely erotic. She would not settle for playing with strangers at a clinic. She wanted her own man under her thumb.

---

Anton saw the opened envelope and letter on the dining room table. Without checking the envelope he unfolded the paper and noted the government letterhead.

This letter is to indicate that, pursuant to the recently passed LB-11, all visa holders, including Anton Stanovic, are now subject to the same chastity regulations as US Citizens.

Anton Stanovic is therefore required to register with the Department of Chastity and follow one of two courses of action.

1) Anton Stanovic may choose to find a private keyholder. Such a person must be 21 years of age or be qualified under the Keyholder Licensing program. If a private keyholder is selected registration including photographic proof using the memspecs online system must be provided within seven days. A variety of privately designed chastity devices have been approved by the government. A list of those devices is provided at the bottom of this page.

2) Anton Stanovic may instead opt to register with a government clinic. In this case the charge (Anton Stanovic) must appear at a government clinic with approved government ID in no less than two weeks. A government issued device will be provided. Due to processing delays, the earliest that a supervised release date can be scheduled would be for three months after this initial registration. We therefore recommend that a private keyholder be selected if possible.

If you have any questions you may contact the government hotline listed below.

Marissa Acton,

Acting Head of the Department of Chastity

Anton checked the date. It must have arrived yesterday. He paced around the kitchen brooding for a few minutes. It was 4 pm, she would be home soon.

Without waiting he opened up on her. "Vanya, what is this? Why did you open my mail?"

"Whoa, easy Anton. First of all, that's my mail, not yours."

"Umm, it has my name all over it missy."

"Yeah, it's about you, but check the envelope."

He turned over the envelope.

"To the presumed Keyholder, Vanya Stanovic."

"What the hell?" Anton was taken aback.

"That's how these things work. Americans don't trust their men with shit anymore. Remember when I took that course two months ago? That qualified me to be a keyholder. The government prefers familial keyholders because it's less hassle for them than constantly changing possession whenever some boyfriend/girlfriend break up. I live in the same house as you and I'm registered as a keyholder so they're trying to nudge things along in that direction. They want me to supervise you."

"This is bullshit. My visa is only for three years, why would I ever agree to this."

"Maybe because the country you came from is in a deep depression and there's no chance of you getting a job there. Look I know you didn't grow up here like I did, but given the state of the rest of the world it's not that bad. If you don't want me to be your keyholder, just sign up with the clinic." Here Vanya took a less combative stance, even reaching out to touch her uncle's arm. "I get that it's really shitty. But I can help you navigate the system. And if you choose..."

"No, no way is my niece being my keyholder."

"Okay, that's fine. All I'm saying is to think it through. The other option doesn't sound that nice." And with that Vanya slipped out of the kitchen.

---

"So how long has your mom been gone?" Vanya asked Isla as they walked towards Isla's home.

"Two weeks exactly. And I've been procrastinating on this so I appreciate your help."

"Are you sure your dad is okay with it?"

"What? No. Of course not. But mom's okay with it and that's what matters."

"You didn't want to just give him the key and let him take care of himself?"

"Mom has a whole philosophy about this. Her and Dad do all sorts of kinky things, she tells me some of them, but mostly it's built around her ideas of the new wave of feminism. She believes men should always be supervised when they touch themselves, not just let loose periodically. That's what I have to do with my brothers. And even though Dad could go three weeks without a release, mom thinks it's good for him to realize his position. That he's not just below his wife, he's below his daughter as well. Below all women. You included."

"Does your dad ever say anything about this stuff?"

"He's a changed man ever since the locking laws. Much more subdued. Sometimes you can tell he's embarrassed if my mom is oversharing and he's in the room but that's just one example. Okay, are you hungry or did you want to do this right away?" Isla asked as she opened the door to her home.

"I just ate."

"Great. Just kick off your shoes anywhere, you know the drill." Isla took a step towards the staircase and shouted, "Dad, Vanya's here, can you come downstairs?"

There was the sound of footsteps and then Isla's dad descended the staircase.

"Hi Dad, can we talk in the living room?"

"Sure thing sweetie."

"Great. And can you bring us a couple of lemonades?"

"Yeah, I'll grab them now."

Isla took a moment to send a text to her mother.

"I told mom we'd do it this afternoon. She wants to watch from dad's point of view so she's going to log onto his memspecs account. Dad doesn't know but I wanted to give you a heads up."

"Sounds good." Vanya smiled agreeably.

They met her dad in the living room. Vanya sat herself on a couch while Isla stood by the door. When her father came with the drinks she handed one to Vanya and then leaned against a bookshelf, sipping on hers.

"So what's this about honey?"

"Mom says I've been putting off your release, so I brought Vanya here to help me get it over with."

Vanya watched his eyes bulge at Isla's casual statement.

"Isla, umm, I'm not sure if now is a good time. Maybe we could do this alone or..."

"Don't worry Mr. Talbot." Vanya broke in. "I have the same license as Isla. I'm really quite qualified. We'll take good care of you. Why don't you start by standing here in front of me and removing your clothes."

Mr. Talbot was wrongfooted by her confidence. He started walking to where she had pointed to buy himself time to think of something, but by the time he got there he found that following her first orders made him more inclined to follow the second. Following a woman's orders was now second nature and soon his shirt was off and his pants were in a pile at his feet.

Vanya watched him carefully. He was not in bad shape for a father of four. He had a certain dad bod physique. Nice arms if an unfortunate belly.

"Great Mr. Talbot. You'll need to take your underwear off as well."

Vanya's matter of fact tone broke through his mental fog and he took them off.

"Now if you'll just step forward, your daughter already gave me the key."

He moved towards Vanya, shaking slightly as he did. She wondered what he was feeling? Certainly he was scared. Was he embarrassed to be doing this in front of his daughter? More embarrassed that she had brought her friend along? Was he feeling lucky that he might get to look at a cute 18 year old while he got his release? It was hard to tell.

Vanya calmly grabbed him by the testicles, as they were trained to do. She wondered to herself if all men gasped at that moment. Mr. Talbot certainly did.

She did her best to keep eye contact with him while she undid the lock. He studiously avoided her though and watched the ground instead. As the lock came loose and the device fell off she spoke some lines that she had rehearsed to herself on the walk over.

"Mr. Talbot, I want you to keep eye contact with me the whole time we're doing this. I don't want you looking at the floor, or your daughter. I don't want you looking at my body. Only my eyes. Is that understood?"

The poor man immediately looked at his daughter, leaning against the wall and then shook his head and looked at Vanya in the eyes.

Vanya had deep blue eyes. Boys often remarked on how mesmerizing they were set against her brown hair and high cheek bones. Now she wanted to practice using them.

"Good Mr. Talbot. I can see that you're already growing an erect. That's excellent. I'm hoping that under my instructions you'll be able to take care of yourself quite nicely. Now take a step back and spread your clothes out on the floor in between myself and you. That's right. That's where your semen is going to land. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be able to get it all out in the laundry after we leave. Now Isla?"

"Yes?"

"Can you check the temperature in here. I'm finding it a bit warm for my liking. Maybe a degree or two lower?"

Isla stepped out to go change the thermostat.

When she did Vanya took the moment to undo the top two buttons of her white blouse. "Because of the heat." She added.

Mr. Talbot did his absolute best to try not to look down that blouse. But he saw in his peripheral vision and his erection passed the horizontal just from watching her perform the gesture.

Isla returned and seeing what had happened grinned at Vanya.

Vanya kept Mr. Talbot waiting as she scanned his body. His head was shaved bald, as were his genitals. She absent-mindedly wondered what color his hair had been. Isla was a redhead.
<hr pg="2" />"Mr. Talbot how long has it been since your last ejaculation?"

"T-t-two weeks." He stammered.

"Very good. And is that normal for you?"

"Isla's mother... s-s-ometimes it's every week or two, sometimes she lets me out every other day. It depends."

"Okay, but it sounds like right now you're probably pretty sensitive. We'll go slow. I want you to stroke your penis with one finger. The pinky finger on your left hand. Do it however you want, but only use that pinky."

Thrown off by this strange request, Mr. Talbot still did as he was told. Immediately he closed his eyes and moaned softly.

"No no, keep your eyes open and on me Mr. Talbot."

His eyes opened wide and he stopped stroking.

"Mr. Talbot, I didn't tell you to stop. Please follow my instructions or I will get some ice and you won't get to orgasm in front of your daughter's hot friend."

He nodded furiously. "I'm so sorry."

"Good boy Mr. Talbot. Now keep going with that pinky. I see there's some pre-ejaculate already. Is that normal for you?"

"Yes."

"Well go ahead and coat your penis with it. Good. Now I'm going to let you use your index finger on your left hand. Just keep going like that for a while."

Mr. Talbot followed orders, occasionally stopping to shake with pleasure.

"Mr. Talbot, I wonder if you can tell me what you're thinking of right now? Are you thinking about your wife?"

"Yes." He lied.

"Good. Keep thinking of her as you look into my eyes. I'm just going to make myself more comfortable." And as she said this Vanya adjusted herself on the couch, moving her pleated skirt up a few inches to expose more of her thighs.

"Mr. Talbot, please keep your eyes on mine. I want you thinking of your wife not staring at my legs."

"I'm so sorry."

"You're not really sorry yet Mr. Talbot. But I could make you sorry. Why don't you tell me what you're imagining about your wife as you stroke that little thing between your legs?"

"I'm thinking of the last time we made love."

"Oh that's very sweet. Why don't you switch to your right hand. Set a good pace. Not too fast, just light and steady. Good, a little slower though. Do you feel close to cumming?" Vanya intentionally tried out dirtier language as she continued.

"No, I can go longer."

"Good. Let me know if you're getting close. Now I know you're busy thinking about your wife, but I recognize it is distracting having a young woman like myself in front of you. Tell me, would you like it if I undid another button on my blouse."

"No, no, of course not."

"Are you sure? I'm perfectly willing to undo another button. After all, you're just looking at my eyes anyway. I'm going to ask one more time. Do you want me to undo this button?"

Her hand ran from the top of her collar down to the third button and she leaned forward slightly. Mr. Talbot blatantly stared at the edges of her bra and the pale breasts above them.

He gulped. He knew his wife could be watching. His daughter was certainly watching.

"Cat got your tongue? Let me help you decide. In a week your wife will come back. I won't ever do this for you again. Your wife may keep you locked up for months as punishment but you will go years and years without a young woman like me making this offer again. Now what do you want?"

He paused and then whispered. "Please do it."

"Just a bit louder Mr. Talbot."

"Please undo your blouse for me."

"I'm always amazed what a man would risk for the sight of some fresh tits. And not even out of the bra. I'll be generous though - let me do two buttons for you Mr. Talbot." And she very slowly followed through. Most of her white lace push-up bra was now visible.

"Slow down Mr. Talbot, I never said you could speed up."

"I'm sorry."

"Good. Now that's enough staring at my tits. I asked you to look me in the eyes. If you keep getting distracted we're going to stop."

"Yes of course."

"Good. Now I want you to stroke hard and fast for me. You know I've never watched a man jerking off before. Show me how a real man does it."

He took his cock in his hand and began masturbating exactly as he used to before his wife had put him in the cage. But he only got four strokes in before Vanya interrupted.

"Okay, that's enough for now. Mr. Talbot, could you go refill my lemonade glass."

"Now? But, the boys might be out there..." He quietly responded before withering under Vanya's gaze. "Right, I'll get it right away."

His cock led him out of the room, bouncing absurdly as he scurried of.

Isla laughed as soon as the door swung shut behind him.

"Good Lord Vanya you're a devil!"

"Thanks for letting me do this, God I'm having so much fun."

"You should see when I take care of my brothers. Sure I'll do something fun the odd time. Last week I had the three of them line up and told them that only the person who finishes first gets to orgasm this week and the other two have to go back in their cages. Their faces turned bright red while they tugged away. But this makes me look gentle and sweet."

"Nonsense. He loves it, can't you see? At least until your mom comes home."

Mr. Talbot returned with the lemonade.

"Here you are."

"Good, thank you. Now, go back where you were and you can start again. Just with your left please. Good. Get yourself warmed up. Is it dry? Hmmm, come here, hold out your hand."

Mr. Talbot stepped closer and held out both hands. Vanya moved her tongue in her mouth for a few moments and then allowed a stream of saliva to flow into his hand.

"Good. Rub that on yourself. And what do you say?"

"Thank you Vanya."

"You can call me Miss Stanovic. Now go slowly or the feeling will be too much for you."

"Miss Stanovic please, may I kneel in front of you. My wife likes me to kneel and it would just feel right to me."

"Yes, go ahead then. On your knees. Are you naturally submissive Mr. Talbot?"

"Yes, I think so."

"God I hope Isla takes advantage of you. I'm sure your wife does. In fact, before you cum I want to hear one degrading thing that your wife does to you. Keep your eyes on me as you tell it."

Mr. Talbot struggled not to glance at his daughter and gulped before speaking. "Sometimes she makes me kneel on all fours and hump her foot to get off."

"I bet you love that Mr. Talbot. It's probably hard to get friction on a foot that way though. A man would have to be pretty horny to get off doing that. Does she deny you for the full two weeks before hand? I bet you're so grateful to feel those blue balls squeezing all that sperm out of your shaft by then."

As she said this Vanya leaned forward and opened up her legs briefly before recrossing them. Mr. Talbot broke eye contact to look under her skirt and before Vanya could admonish him the first rope of cum erupted from his cock and landed on her foot. She shrieked and Isla started laughing as the second rope reached her calf. Mr. Talbot grunted pathetically as the next few contractions simply fell from his penis onto his clothes below him.

"Mr. Talbot, you can lock yourself back up now. This may be the last time you touch that penis for a while."

---

Anton was frying eggs in the kitchen, still in his reflective safety vest after a shift when Vanya walked in.

"Hey Uncle Anton, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine Vanya, how was Isla?"

"Good, we had a great time actually. But umm, I was meaning to tell you, look I'm sorry about our conversation a couple days ago. It was shitty news and I should have messaged you about it right away rather than leaving the letter on the table. I acted like a brat. So I'm sorry."

"Oh. Thanks Vanya. That's really mature of you. Yeah, don't worry about it. Tempers flare, these things happen. Moving in with your uncle probably hasn't been easy on you either."

"No, you're great Anton. Don't worry about anything. Actually, I also wanted to say... I understand the predicament you're in. The government option looks crazy though. I think you should honestly just let me be your keyholder. I'm not like those feminist American girls that were raised here. When you need your key, you just ask me, no questions, and then I'll keep it the rest of the day so neither of us get into trouble. That's it. Doesn't need to be weird at all."

"Oh, thanks kiddo. I still have three days left to decide. So I'll think about it and let you know."

"Great. Well I just hope I can help!"

---

"I'm going to have to ask her tonight, I don't really have another choice." Anton walked back to his truck, lunch pail in hand, next to his work buddy Serge.

"What about those dates you went on?"

"I don't know them. I didn't like them particularly. Even if they said yes it seems crazy that I'd give my keys to a stranger. Plus I don't trust the women on dating apps in America. Have you heard of cage baiters?"

Serge nodded no.

"I'm not even sure if it's real. But there are stories about women who sign up on these apps and advertise themselves as old fashioned types who like a man in charge. They say they're not into the chastity thing at all. But as soon as you hand over the keys they go full matriarch on you. They want to punish men who won't fall in line. It's terrifying."

"You slept with a lot of women when you first got here though, right?"

"Yeah, in the early days women loved the fact that I was unlocked while most guys were. I got a lot of tail. But the culture changed. Because all the other men could only ever go down on their ladies, women started expecting it. They wanted to fuck me because I still had my dick, but they'd want oral before and after. I can't stand that." Anton explained.

"You don't like oral sex?"

"Blowjobs, sure."

They both laughed.

"So in the end you're gonna ask Vanya because at least she's family?"

"And not American. At least not originally. The culture here has gone crazy."

---

Anton sat on the living room couch, fidgeting awkwardly.

"Thanks for doing this Vanya. I wouldn't have known which one to buy."

"No problem. Yeah there are a lot of models but I'm pretty well versed now from the course and the clinic."

"How is that job going?"

"Good. The men at the clinic are really nice. All very docile -- not like I expected. After working there though it's pretty clear that it's not a good option for you. Some of my coworkers... let's just say there's a kind of woman that likes to take this job."

"What kind of woman?"

"Well, a lot of them are really ideological. And kind of domineering. They definitely like the control."

"So... Feminazis?"

"Haha, I wouldn't go that far. They just like to make the guys a little uncomfortable."

Anton looked over at Vanya. Her back was towards him now as she fiddled with the chastity device package on the kitchen table, trying to open the hard plastic casing with scissors. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt which was just long enough to make him wonder if she was wearing any shorts at all.

He wished she wouldn't wear that kind of thing around the house. He didn't like to admit it but he hadn't had a successful date in five or six months. Around that same time he had started relying on VR porn to get off, but the technology was new and he could only afford a video or two a week. Then at work he only saw men at his job all day, and coming home to her it was hard <i>not</i> to notice her legs. Even now she was bending forward, causing her t-shirt to ride up, and he forced himself to look away.

"Alright, well, let's get this over with." Anton blurted out. "I guess I just put it on and we keep the key somewhere in the house where I can access it all the time?"

"Not exactly, no. They track the locations of the key and the device and I've heard they often perform random inspections on new charges like yourself. The key should either be under lock or on my person. You could get deported if they suspect anything is up. I think it would be best if I keep it and then you just let me know whenever you want to be unlocked."

"Well I'd like to be unlocked I guess all the time as soon as I get home."

"They track how often it's on or off. They would investigate for sure if we did that." Vanya said as she joined him in the living room, device now ominously in hand.

"Holy shit this is barbaric."

"Trust me, you'll get used to it faster if you wear it all the time except when you're released."

Anton sighed and buried his head in his hands. "Right. Well give me the device and I'll go put it on in the bathroom."

"Umm, I'm sorry Uncle Anton. It needs to be registered. That means I need to see the device go on and log the event on my memspecs profile."

"Good God. Okay, hand it to me then turn around and we'll do this quick."

"We can do that but..." here she bit her lip and Anton tried to ignore how cute she looked with her little ponytail and her baggy t-shirt and her legs which perhaps were not even covered by shorts under the shirt, "from what I've heard at the clinic, they get suspicious if the memspec footage shows the man putting it on himself. Signals too much independence and almost definitely triggers a random inspection."

She found herself not even feeling bad about lying. There was no way for him to find out and besides it would be easier if he got used to the way things were.

"But that could just be a rumor. I don't know. It's up to you," she added.

"Fuck. I don't want some feminazi cops coming in here. Fuck. Alright. Here we go." And he stood, unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants and underwear and then looked away like he was receiving a needle from the doctor.

Vanya smiled to herself and walked over slowly. She knelt down with the device and observed his package coolly. He wasn't erect like the other men, so it was hard to compare him to the magnificent specimen she had played with in training, or the rather pathetic Mr. Talbot. She would see him erect soon enough though, she thought.

Then she cupped his testicles with one hand. Anton bit his lip but didn't gasp like the other men.

He wasn't broken yet, she thought as she observed his reaction.

She slipped his balls through the cold ring and then took the polymer cage and put his penis inside. It had swollen just slightly since she had begun handling him. She didn't want to make him too uncomfortable, so she pretended to keep her eyes on her task as she saw him slowly look down at her.

"Hmm, just let me check one thing quick in the manual," she stalled briefly, flipping through the pages before discarding it.

His penis had now grown and was pressed firmly against the inside of the cage. If she didn't act quickly they would have to ice him down, which would be a delicious embarrassment, but she wanted to ease him into that. Deftly threading the small lock through the loops she closed it. Then, before he could react, she pulled up his pants and began buckling them for him. Now she looked up and made eye contact.

"See, that wasn't so bad." She said cheerfully.

As their eyes met Anton was reminded of the last time he had a blowjob. The woman on her knees in front of him. Fiddling with his belt. The hunger in her eyes and the surprise, real or feigned, on her face when she pulled down his fly and his erection sprang forth at her. And now his niece in the same position, going through the motions in reverse but still filling him with desire. It was a good thing they were done or Vanya would know that he was as fully aroused as his cage would allow.

---

"So, how are things going with Anton?"

Isla was walking with Vanya through the high school hallway. They had both come back for an extra year. Isla had failed three classes one semester when she got a little too involved in the party scene, and Vanya needed some science credits to get into nursing that she skipped back when she thought she'd be a journalist.

"Things are going okay. I keep his key in a safe that came with the device under my bed. When he comes home he usually asks for it right away, goes to his room and then returns the key when we eat dinner together. The first few days he was a little shy but now he just asks for it. The walls in our apartment are really thin... now that I know exactly what he's doing I can hear him sometimes." Vanya said, without bothering to mention how she had developed a habit of touching herself on the other side of the wall while this happened.

"But you want to... be more involved, right?"

"Haha, yeah. It's fun right? Like what we did with your dad?"

"Mom is still fuming with him."

"Well he earned it the little imp!"

"I don't think you can turn Anton into my dad though. Anton is so gruff and manly. I feel like he could break open your little safe with those big, calloused hands and ripped forearms."

"I'll get him eventually. The whole world is on my side."

"Do you have a plan?"

"First thing, he needs to be way hornier. But that's easy. We go on that two-week band trip to Nashville on Tuesday. I take the key with me of course and when I get back he'll be going crazy. That man jacks off every night. Those fourteen days will be like a sailor taking a vow of celibacy. I think things will start to fall into place after that."

Isla nodded along.

"Can I ask you something personal? Do your brothers like, check you out when you release them?"

"Oh for sure." Isla responded. "All the time now. I often make them face the wall or do stuff like that to avoid it, but even during the day they like to sneak glances. My mom said it's natural thing that happens to keyholders and their charges but they'll grow out of it when they get their own long-term partners. I kind of find it flattering but it also gets to be annoying. Has Anton been checking you out?"

"A little. I'm dressing sluttier just for fun. I like the attention. I'm not into him or anything."

"You should invite me over more! We can tease him together! He's such a bad boy -- I'd love to catch him looking down my dress."

"Ugh, our place is so tiny and run down compared to yours. But fine. We'll spend some time with him soon."

---

"Thanks for buying us pizza Mr. Stanovic. We never get this at home. My mom always insist we eat my dad's cooking because it's healthier but it's so boring."

"No problem, Isla."

The three of them were sitting around the apartment kitchen, the pizza box in the center of the table. The girls had just returned from their trip and taken a quick shower. Isla was staying the night.

"I hope you got on okay without me Uncle Anton." Vanya spoke with a glimmer in her eye.

"Of course. I lived alone for a long time before you moved in."

"But it must be hard for you -- two weeks without your keyholder and you're new to the whole thing." Isla broke in.

"Like I said, I can handle myself just fine. Besides, Vanya isn't really my keyholder. We just play a charade for the government you know? But I'm my own man. No, Vanya isn't like American girls, so it's not a problem."

"You know I'm an American girl, right Mr. Stanovic. Tell me what American girls are like." Isla smiled as she spoke.

Anton narrowed his eyes as he looked her over. She was wearing a tank top she had borrowed from Vanya. Her red hair was still wet, and drops of water fell from the curls down her shoulder and formed dark patches on her white top. Unlike with Vanya he felt no guilt in having lewd thoughts about her friend.

"Well, you American girls are very forward. Like to be bossy with your men. That's all."

"You think we're cock teases, don't you Mr. Stanovic?" Isla pushed him.

"Well I didn't say it."

"I guess where you come from girls don't talk like that? In America, women aren't afraid to talk about sex. Our men are maybe a little afraid to talk about it nowadays but we girls have no problem."

Isla paused, looking for a reaction, but Anton kept a perfect poker face.

"Masturbation. Fucking. Pussies. It doesn't bother us." Isla reached out as if she was going to touch Anton's arm on the table but grabbed a napkin instead. She licked her lips and patted them dry.
<hr pg="3" />"I work on a construction site. That talk doesn't bother me either."

"Good. It's refreshing to meet a boy who's not scared to talk about sex." Isla always wore a single earring on one side -- a silver hoop with three keys dangling beneath. She twirled it in her finger before continuing.

"Maybe you wouldn't mind telling me then," she said. "Did you miss touching your cock these last two weeks?"

Isla looked like a cat playing with her prey.

"I don't mind putting up with a little hardship for two weeks. I've certainly done harder."

"Sorry did you say you've done harder, or you've been harder?"

"Haha, very nice. Alright girls I think it's time I got to bed. I've got a side job tomorrow morning so I still need to get up early." It's true that Anton was tired, but he was getting a little sick of sparring with Isla and in truth was looking forward to jacking off while imagining her bent over his dresser with her tank top rolled up over her tits.

"Oh, we didn't mean to keep you up." Vanya apologized. "We're tired too so we'll go to sleep as well I think. But don't hesitate to knock if you need anything."

They all knew the only thing he could need from her was his keys. Anton had been counting on Vanya just handing them to him, but he really didn't want to ask in front of Isla after having just brushed off the difficulty of the last two weeks.

"Great, well I'll probably leave for work before you get up. Have a good night."

He paused but of course Vanya didn't jump in to save him. He would have to wait for tomorrow night.

---

Back in Vanya's bedroom the two girls sat together studying Vanya's phone.

"Wow, I can't believe you got him to pay for such an expensive cage!" Isla exclaimed.

"I told him the pricier ones are more comfortable and less likely to smell. Which is true. He was still super angry that it cost this much, but he doesn't know about this extra functionality."

"What all does it show?" Isla asked.

"Well for instance, I got three warnings during the trip. One four days ago and two yesterday. He knows breaking out would be way too risky -- that's the kind of thing that gets the police showing up on your door. But I guess he doesn't know that the polymer exterior dampens vibrations. So the first warning was to indicate prolonged, weak vibration. The app guesses it was the same frequency as a washing machine."

Isla laughed. "He tried to get off using a washing machine? Like a housewife?! Okay, what about the other two?"

"It looks like the next day he got serious. The app didn't recognize the first one, but the second one has a direct frequency match in its database: it's the same model of vibrator that I keep in my nightstand."

Isla gasped. "No!?"

"Yup."

"Oh my god. That poor man. He's just not used to this."

"Well he's going to have to learn."

"So what is this graph button here."

"It shows pressure inside the cage. You can see all these peaks at night are attempted nocturnal erections. Here are some random ones during the day, they match up with the warnings we got. You want to see the craziest part though. The biggest peak the whole time: five minutes ago when you were taunting him about sex."

---

The next afternoon Anton finished the job early and was back just a bit after lunch. He was hoping the girls might not have left yet so he could pry the key from Vanya, but the apartment was empty when he walked in.

He showered, dried off and tried to relax but found himself pacing. He kept coming back to the image of Isla, sitting directly across from him at the table, her wet tank top clinging to the curve of her clavicle and her fingers twirling around those stupid keys.

How the hell did an 18-year-old have three keys already? He understood why she would wear them though. Walking around the high school -- what a symbol. The boys must have looked at her with terror. Well not this man. He knew what he would do to her if given the chance. And she acted like she maybe even wanted it. If she hadn't been flirting last night then she was definitely teasing. Problem was that just thinking about it made him feel like his god damn cage was shrinking.

Just then he got a text.

<i>Left for the beach with Isla. Will stay overnight at her place. Back for dinner Sunday evening.</i>

---

When Vanya walked in on Sunday night Anton was already in a bit of a state. Having tried every way he could think of for some relief, he knew he needed those keys and was long past ready to get them.

"Where do you think you've been?" Was the first thing out of Anton's mouth when she walked in the door.

"I told you, out with Isla. What's your problem?"

"You had the keys for two weeks. Then you finally come home, you don't offer them to me, and in fact leave for a whole extra day!"

"I'm sorry, but you claimed it wasn't a big deal. I forgot when we went out. But honestly, I think you should do some explaining. When I got back my vibrator had been moved inside my night stand. What the hell are you thinking?"

Anton knew he had lost the moment she said it.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. I..."

"Don't explain yourself. I think I understand. But it's not excusable. Do you know how other charges treat their keyholders? They sure as hell don't just say, "keys" and hold out their palm like you do. And they don't leave a bunch of dishes in the sink waiting for their keyholder to clean up after them. I'm doing this as a favor to you. I did the research, picked out a good device and give you the most freedom I can possibly imagine that won't stir up suspicion with the Department."

Anton was finally chastened.

Vanya continued, "Things are going to change around here. I don't need you like you need me. I can move out in six months for college, and I can stay at Isla's in the meantime if I have to. I appreciate you letting me stay here, that's what family does. But starting tomorrow you are going to <i>ask</i> for the keys. And when you finish with your play time you will thank me. Sincerely."

Anton looked at the ground as she spoke.

"And I'm warning you now. Some days you are going to ask me for those keys and I'm going to say no. I'll say you haven't earned it or I'll even just say that I don't feel like it. And if you're really hurting you can ask me real nice and maybe I'll reconsider. Is that clear?"

"Yes. I'm sorry Vanya. I didn't mean to take advantage of you."

"Good. Apology accepted."

Vanya walked directly to the room and shut the door behind her. When she did her face changed. She smiled a bit, took a deep breath and let her shoulders down.

Out of curiosity she pulled up her phone and checked her app. On the graph displaying attempted erections there was a long flat line, and then a giant peak that started just one minute prior and was still going strong. She tapped a setting in the upper corner of the graph that would cause her phone to vibrate every time the app sensed an attempted erection. As expected, she felt it pulse in her hand.

---

The next two weeks proceeded about as well as Vanya could have expected. Anton was sullen the following day, but the dishes were done, the floor got mopped and the windows cleaned. The day after that he apologized again, thanked her for helping him, and asked for the keys. She politely agreed. He returned to her room only ten minutes later and she smirked to herself. His stamina was clearly not what it had once been.

Two days later he again asked for the keys and she politely declined. She began introducing playful elements soon after. When Isla came over one day to study with her, Anton waited for Isla to slip off to the bathroom before asking for his keys. Vanya thought about it for a moment and then told him to wait. He stood impatiently in the doorway until Isla came back.

"Isla, Anton wants to go touch himself, but it's only been two days since his last release. What do you think?"

"Oh, I wouldn't let my brothers out after such a short time. Have you been a good boy, Mr. Stanovic?" Isla looked at him with her big green eyes as earnestly as she could muster.

Anton rolled his eyes. "For fuck's sake. The bathroom is clean, the kitchen is clean. Can you please just hand me my keys?"

"Oof, such a bad attitude Mr. Stanovic. You know what I think, Vanya?"

"What's that Isla?"

"If your uncle were to give us both massages... like if he was real patient... brought out some body oil and took his time. I think that would merit getting his keys tonight. You're not in a hurry to go anywhere are you Mr. Stanovic?"

He nodded no. The truth was, though he found her infuriating, he did not mind the idea of probing Isla's body with his fingers. Already his cage began feeling tight.

He waited what felt like an appropriately long time to indicate indifference and then said, "Yeah, that's fine. I'll go grab something from the bathroom and be back in a few minutes.

When he returned he was surprised to find Vanya already on the bed. She was wearing shorts and a backless halter top. Her dark hair was pulled to one side out of the way and she had undone the top, revealing just the sides of her pale breasts, pressed against the bed. Isla was sitting on Vanya's only chair, still in her floral summer dress.

There was no easy way to do this. The bed was too low to stand beside so he could either kneel next to Vanya or kneel on top of her. Anton knew he would certainly prefer to kneel on top of Isla when her turn came, so to make that seem like the natural option, he climbed carefully onto the bed. Once Anton had straddled her he began drizzling her back with the oil and then working it into her skin.

He had never given a serious massage before but he had seen it on video and felt like it couldn't be that difficult. While he had fully expected to become aroused when doing this for Isla, he was more than a little surprised by the intensity of sensation from running his hands up and down Vanya's back. He felt like the most natural thing in the world would be to grab her by the shoulders and thrust his hips against her ass. This he of course resisted.

Vanya's phone buzzed beside her on the bed, but she ignored it so Anton assumed she was enjoying herself.

After perhaps five minutes Vanya announced that she felt much better and that she would take a shower to get rid of the oil. She then turned to Isla and handed her the keys which she had left on the night stand.

Isla stood from the chair and took a few steps towards Anton.

"I hope you don't mind." She said as she brushed both straps off her dress and let it fall to the ground. She was wearing matching, silk green underwear. It complemented her red hair so perfectly that he wondered if she had planned something along these lines.

"Not at all." Anton gestured at the bed.

"I'd appreciate if you could start with my legs."

Anton's mouth dried up. This time, kneeling next to the bed, he began with her calves, massaging just long enough to justify moving on to her thighs. Here he was much slower. Up and down, from the knees to the very edge of where her panties covered her ass. Each time he made another pass he let his hands wander lower, waiting for her to tell him to stop. With Isla's face turned away, he stared ravenously at her plump, compact ass, and eyed the thin fabric that blocked his view of her pussy.

Meanwhile his cock complained endlessly from its cage. Throbbing and occupying every millimeter allowed to it.

When his fingers began working her very inner thigh Isla moaned. "Hmm, gentle."

He took this as permission to be more bold and pushed the oil up to the very boundary of her crotch and then back up onto her ass, sliding his fingers below the silk and grabbing handfuls of her flesh to grope blatantly.

Now as his cage squeezed him to the limit it was Anton's turn to groan.

"Oh, you must be so uncomfortable in that cage. Here let me turn over." Isla rolled over to face him. "Do you want out of that cage Mr. Stanovic?"

"Yes please." He said without hesitation.

"Will you be a good boy though? We American girls expect our boys to be subservient you know?"

"I'll be good."

"Great. Then I'm willing to unlock you. But there's a catch. Vanya tells me you have a VR headset somewhere in your room. And neither of us like the idea of you watching smut on that thing. It's bad for women and bad for you. So if you want to come out of your cage and have some fun with me, you'll tell Vanya where in the room it is and give her the access code."

As Isla spoke Vanya came back into the room wearing nothing but a towel.

"It's a good deal Anton. I think you should take it," Vanya suggested from the doorway.

Anton felt trapped. Two beautiful young women, one lying down and tempting him, the other standing in the doorway. He looked back at Isla, now prone but propped up on a pillow, her body so close. How much more would he be allowed to have?

But the VR headset was no joke. It cost a month salary, he couldn't just go grab another one. And the passcode for the headset gave the user access to all of his search history. That seemed like an obvious deal breaker.

"I thought this would be easier for you Uncle Anton," Vanya spoke from the doorway. She drew an invisible line with her finger to the top edge of the towel that concealed her breasts. "Touch a real woman, or go back to staring at fake ones."

"If it helps you decide, I was thinking I would let you put your cock between my thighs and hump until you blow your load all over Vanya's bed." Isla raised an eyebrow. "Is that something you'd like to do?"

This sealed it. Any woman Anton had ever slept with would not settle for that. She would be begging him to stick it inside her. And that would be worth it.

Anton turned to Vanya. "It's in a box under the bed. The access code is 88855."

"Perfect. You don't mind if I come back to watch, do you? I think it's important as your keyholder."

Anton of course would have preferred not, but just nodded. Turning back to Isla he unbuttoned his top and then his pants. This felt more like what sex used to be. Taking off your clothes when the woman is already almost naked.

"Before I unlock you, could you grab me Vanya's vibrator?"

Anton moved to her nightstand and then realized that doing so showed he had snooped before. Isla grinned -- she knew - he might as well keep going. He handed her the small, pink phallus which had failed so miserably to bring him pleasure through the cage.

Isla sat up on the edge of the bed and set the vibrator in her lap. She reached out and grabbed the elastic waist of Anton's boxers, pulling him towards her. Then she pulled them down and unlocked his cage. Anton sprung to life, enjoying again this feeling of perhaps enjoying something akin to normal sex.

Isla reached out and grabbed him hard by the base. She pumped him a couple of times while Anton did his best not to groan too loudly. He heard rummaging behind him -- perhaps Vanya hiding the headset somewhere in the room -- but he kept his eyes on Isla.

"My legs are plenty lubricated, but let's get this little man wet," she said as she liberally applied the massage oil to the length of his shaft.

Anton already began worrying that he might not last very long.

"Okay, I'm going to lie down and hold my legs tight together, and I want you to arch your back so you're looking right at me and put your dick between my thighs, just above the knees. And then you can thrust away!"

Anton did as requested, set to ignore Vanya behind him. Even though his waist was far below Isla's, he was so much taller than her that there was not much space between their bodies. He looked down at her cute face as he lowered her hips towards her thighs.

"Good boy. Now just pretend that you're fucking my pussy. Imagine your cock is this little pink dildo going in," she had pulled her underwear off slightly to the side and inserted the dildo now in her waiting hole, "and feeling all that warmth and tightness."

His cock slipped between her legs. After days of having no stimulation and months without feeling a real pussy it really did feel heavenly. Tight and warm and wet. Out of habit he went slow, as if he was easing Isla into it.

"Hmm that's good. I hope you can last Mr. Stanovic. I want this to be worth it for you."

Anton grunted and began settling into a rhythm. He couldn't go too deep or he ended up hitting the bed, but he soon adjusted to this simulation of sex. He watched as Isla moved the dildo in and out of herself, and when she reached down with her second hand to play with her clit her arms formed a V that squeezed her breasts together.

"Fuck." Anton whispered.

"It's alright. I can cum quickly too if you're in a hurry." And the sound of Isla's slick hand movements increased.

"Oh God, that feels so good Mr. Stanovic. My legs are so tight around this little dildo and I love knowing that your big cock is right there. I could have it inside me. It's much bigger than this little toy. But it makes me happy knowing you can't have my pussy. Not yet anyway."

"You're such a fucking tease," Anton reached out as he spoke to grab her one breast with his hand and Isla playfully slapped it away.

"Such a bad boy, clearly needs more training. I ought to lock you back up for making a move like that without asking permission." Isla threatened.

"Alright Uncle Anton, if you can't play nice then we're going to put a stop to this game." Vanya now walked over next to them. "Go ahead, keep thrusting."

Anton looked suspiciously over his shoulder at Vanya who was reaching down between his legs. Just then she placed her hand under his dangling balls and cupped them.

"Times up. Cum between her legs like it's the pussy you're missing out on."

Anton frantically thrust his hips in the gap of Isla's thighs and blasted as he went. Holding steady as deep as the bed would allow him, he deposited his load where Isla's cervix should have been, onto the bed sheet.

As he came down from his high he immediately felt the shame of having been forced to a premature orgasm by his own niece while he had lowered himself to humping an 18 year old woman's legs for pleasure.

He turned to leave.

"Such a typical man. Climaxes and tries to leave. Not even a thank you. Well you'll learn better manners now Anton." Vanya castigated him. "I want you to sit here and look at Isla's pussy while she moves the vibrator in and out until she is good and finished."

Still dazed Anton knelt down as instructed and waited as Isla patiently pleasured herself.

---

Vanya was new to Keyholder. She hadn't been old enough to join the website until recently, but even she knew the user Mary_Co as somewhat of a chastity guru on the site. Mary_Co had submitted a post detailing the ruined orgasm she had delivered to her husband on the night of the election, and it had gone viral when the feminist President Sofia Perez shared it from her account.

And so it was with surprise and some sense of honor that Vanya saw Mary_Co had responded to a direct message sent to her.

<i>Hi vanya_19! Great question - I've talked to a lot of keyholders put into a situation similar to yours. I think they imagine that they're able to change a man overnight, but it takes time. Especially if you want to change the man and have him still be happy. I have full confidence that you will break your uncle eventually. That's easy. The system will do most of the work for you. But you want to change him.</i>

There are two things I see you needing to do. First, you need to tease him more. He has lost his orgasms, or at least readily available ones, and so how can he replace that dopamine? He must come to enjoy being teased just as much as he used to enjoy his orgasms. That's great that you and your friend walk around the house in skimpy outfits, or make lewd jokes. But it's more of a starting place. He needs to be brought close to an orgasm and then denied. Frequently. And kept guessing the whole time.
<hr pg="4" />My second suggestion is that right now he still feels in control of his genitals and you need to correct that. Because you are letting him be in control. Ideally, he should never be allowed to touch his own genitals. Already there is a physical wall that surrounds them. You need to build up a psychological wall as well. And when he truly feels that his genitals do not even belong to him, then you can lead him whatever way you choose.

This of course involves literally handling him by his cock and balls. Some people think a niece and uncle shouldn't do that. I would disagree. You are his keyholder. That is now a more important distinction than family. When I leave my husband for work my mother or my sister become his keyholder and they have no qualms about handling him in much the same way. Find the right moment and break through that barrier.

Good luck!

Mary_co

---

Once more Vanya sat opposite Anton at the kitchen table. Anton had prepared a meat and potatoes meal. The potatoes were dry, but he had tried.

Vanya was still wearing her school uniform. As was often the case these days, a few of the top buttons were undone and if Anton wanted he could glance over her shoulder and see down her shirt. Given the way she had handled him during the bedroom session he felt like this was almost his due.

But as he passed by her with a tray of food he noticed something new. His key, the key to his chastity cage, was dangling from her ear. She was signalling to the world that there was a man who she had by the balls and it was him. A mixture of anger and arousal swelled inside him and he worked to quell both. Bringing it up would get him nowhere and he had other things to worry about.

Vanya's phone buzzed in her hand. He wished she would turn that thing off sometimes. He waited and gathered his willpower to speak in a controlled way.

"So -- it's been a little while since I messed up with Isla." Anton began.

"Yup."

"I was hoping maybe you could give me the keys for a little bit. If you wouldn't mind. I think I've done a pretty good job around the house lately and treated you as well as I can."

"Anton, I don't think you grasp the seriousness of what you did. If you did that with a date you could be in a lot of trouble. You're lucky Isla is so understanding."

"So that's a no?"

"Here's what I think. You need something to look forward to, and ten days is a long time to go in that cage. But I don't think you've learned your lesson. So this is what we're going to do. If you want, you can have the keys and you can touch yourself, but you can't cum."

"Okay -- how are you going to tell if I finish or not though?"

"You're going to do it here, in front of me."

"Fuck no. I'm not starting with that... Sorry." He caught himself and started over. "I'd really rather have some privacy. Like what we agreed to when we started this."

"A lot has changed since then Anton. I know a lot more about being a keyholder. And I think this would be best. If you want, you can take a day to think about it. But I will have the same answer tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that."

Anton took a moment to look at her while she spoke. He was pretty sure he knew what she was doing when she took away his VR headset. The government had banned porn but allowed a temporary loophole for VR because of industry lobbying. The only way he could really see anything sexual was on that headset or real life. And now it was just real life. That meant his only sources of stimulation were Isla and Vanya.

And so now when he looked at Vanya he found her just that much more attractive. He wanted her to part her legs and let that pleated skirt ride up a little higher on her creamy thighs. He needed it. Never before had he taken so many opportunities in a week to peak at her doing yoga in the living room, or while walking from the bathroom to her bedroom in a towel.

But when he couldn't do things his way he at least wanted to do things in his style.

He stood up wordlessly, removing his clothes as he kept eye contact, and then held out his hand for the key. Vanya bit her lip unintentionally while she watched the show but handed him his keys.

Anton undid the device and set it on the table. He did not wait for his erection to reach full mast, but immediately began playing with his balls and cock in front of her. It took almost no time though before he was breathing deeply and stroking with vigour, when Vanya suddenly interrupted.

"That's enough for tonight Anton. Maybe I'll let you go longer tomorrow. Now grab the ice pack from the fridge and let's see you back in your cage."

---

"Vanya, if I tell you something can you promise not to judge me?"

The girls were sitting on Isla's bed, cross-legged with their school work open but not exactly getting anything finished.

"Of course. What's on your mind?"

"So...you remember a couple months ago when I let Anton cum between my thighs?"

She paused and Vanya nodded.

"Well, after that night I started to get super turned on by this whole keyholder business. It had always been a little fun, but suddenly I saw how overwhelmingly sexy it could be. Anyway, a few nights later I was lying in bed, touching myself but just feeling like it wasn't good enough. It was almost midnight and the house was quiet, so I texted my brother John and told him to come to my room."

Vanya's eyes grew progressively larger as Isla spoke.

"I didn't even beat around the bush, I just told him that he was going to lick my pussy until I came on his face."

"Good Lord, why didn't you text one of the boys from school? Just about any boy would have gladly done that for you."

"I know, but it was midnight. None of their keyholders would let them out at that hour and besides, I wanted John to do it."

"Because you're his keyholder? But why him, you have three brothers?" Vanya asked.

"He's the oldest. And the most arrogant. He was the hardest to control in the beginning. He was so angry that mom put him in a cage and then even angrier that she gave me his keys. It took three weeks of being in that device before he was willing to finally ask for a release where I was watching. So I guess I just wanted to bend him to my will."

"Look we all make mistakes when we're horny. You could forget about it and move on." Vanya suggested.

"That makes me sound way better than I am. It wasn't that spontaneous. I groomed him for weeks. I let my two other brothers out on a weekly schedule, but I started denying John for longer. And I'd tease him too. I made him help me fasten my bra in the mornings. I did inspections of his device that I told him were for sanitary reasons. I'd unlock him and wipe his hard cock with a warm wet cloth before putting him back in the cage. I knew when the time came he wouldn't be able to say no."

"Oh my God, you've gotten worse than I am!" Vanya laughed.

"I know, I know. So when I called him into my room I told him he was going to eat me out. At first he said it was wrong to do that to his sister and he refused. So I told him if he took off his clothes and didn't get hard thinking about licking between my legs I'd let him go and put him back on the normal release schedule. Of course I could barely get his device off he was already so turned on."

"Still he was reluctant to actually begin. I had to threaten him. I said I would keep him caged for another month and that I'd invite Carla over to watch one of his milkings (he has a crush on her). That finally did it. He crawled between my legs like a good little boy and did my bidding. And it was so fucking hot. When I finished there were two puddles on the sheets. One from me and one from his precum."

"Good Lord. Was he good? Did you let him finish afterward?"

"He was good. I think his boss at the office uses him pretty regularly, so he's gotten some practice. And no, I didn't let him finish. I told myself he would feel guilty about it if he came. You know how men's brains work. But the real reason is that if he came he wouldn't be horny, and I want him to keep him available to service me whenever I feel like it."

"So you've done it more than once?"

Isla nodded guiltily. "Everyday since. I don't know what's happened to me. Being a keyholder has messed with my brain chemistry or something. I didn't really understand until I saw you tormenting that man during our training. Now I'm addicted to it."

"I totally get it." Vanya acknowledged.

"It's just so crazy how much control you can have over a man. Sometimes I sit on John's face and watch his body while he makes me cum. And I just stare at his hard cock. It's this veiny, almost bursting monstrosity and I know I could set it off with a feather if I wanted to. And then I lock him back up when it's over and he can't do anything about it. He's been locked for seven weeks now. The last few days he has been begging to eat my pussy. Literally on his knees. Even when my mom is in the next room."

"Fuck that's kinda hot."

"I know right? But what do you think? Am I evil?"

"Look, I think it's fine for you to do this with guys. John's wife might eventually do the exact same thing to him and there'd be nothing wrong with it. But the fact that he's your brother and felt guilty, I think you gotta be careful. You're his keyholder now. You have some responsibility."

"What about you and Anton?"

"I just get the feeling that I'm looking out for him and that makes it okay. I've changed a lot in the last few months. Obviously I still loving torturing him and I masturbate thinking about it. But I'm also using his denial to try and help him grow as a person."

"Maybe you should start helping him grow into someone who is better at cunnilingus!"

Both girls laughed.

---

A few days later Vanya was sitting around at home when she got an automated government text:

<i>Please come to 312 Clarendon Avenue, Holding Center to pick up your charge who is being held there.</i>

What the hell has Anton done?

She took a cab to the location and was told she could go inside and see him and then would have the option of paying bail.

When she entered the cell she saw him slumped on the ground. His clothes were torn and dirty, and his face bruised.

"Anton, what happened?" She rushed to his side and pushed the hair out of his eyes.

"Serge's wife wouldn't release him. It had been two months and he kinda snapped. Took the bolt cutters to the back closet in the warehouse to free himself. I guess the cops received a notification. There were about six of them. I tried to slow them down a bit but they knew exactly where he was and they tazed me and kicked me on the ground just for stepping in the way. Next thing you know they brought me here."

"Okay, don't worry Anton. I'll make this all right."

Anton was allowed to follow her to a deputy's desk where Vanya tried to finagle bail.

"And what is your relationship with the detainee?" The bored deputy asked.

"I'm his keyholder."

"You look awful young to be a keyholder."

"In fact, as of last week I am a supervisor at the clinic on 23rd street." She pulled out her sign-in badge and motioned to the key on her earring.

The woman's tone changed, "Very impressive. Congratulations on the promotion... Miss Stanovic. Listen, I was told by the arresting officers to leave him in overnight but I appreciate that he has you to vouch for him. Sometimes there's only so much a woman can do but I know you'll ensure that his discipline in the future is up to a higher standard."

"Of course m'am. I'll see to it."

"Excellent. Have a goodnight and you keep him out of trouble."

When she got outside she gave Anton a long, tight hug. Pressed firmly against him, she felt so grateful that he was safe. And she held the hug until her phone buzzed gently in her pocket.

---

When Vanya got him home she laid Anton out on his bed and removed his clothes. He had bruises but his ribs weren't broken. His polymer cage had a dent in it and scuff prints that looked like boot marks.

She sponged him off with soap and water and placed ice packs where the bruising looked worse.

"Can you tell me where it hurts?" She asked.

"Honestly I'll be fine," he winced as he readjusted myself. "Nothing hurts any worse than my blue balls, and those have been aching all week," he laughed to himself.

"Okay, let me get that chastity device off of you." She unclasped her earring and used the key to unlock him. "There, that should be more comfortable. We can leave that here for the night" and she set it on his bedside table.

Anton closed his eyes and his breathing was steady. But he wasn't sleeping, just resting.

"Listen Anton, I'm a little concerned that they might have injured you when they kicked your groin. It might be just blue balls, but if there's a build up of semen down there then I don't want it adding to the inflammation. Just keep your eyes closed and I'm going to help you out real quick."

She saw his member growing steadily. Perhaps just a reaction from being released.

Still she took him by the hand, gingerly at first. He sighed deeply -- more pleasure than pain it seemed. Once he was fully rigid she leaned over his groin and allowed a glob of saliva to fall onto her hand, working it into his shaft as she rubbed.

His breathing grew harder and he opened his eyes to look at her.

"Are you getting close Anton?"

He nodded.

"Good. Cum for me Anton. I want you to show me how much you've stored up this whole time I've been teasing you. Empty that beautiful thick cock and balls of yours." Her hands worked wildly as she spoke.

Even in his state, Anton needed no more stimulation. Thick strands of semen shot out onto his chest, his neck and Vanya's thigh. She continued squeezing until a final drop formed on the tip. She wiped this off with her finger and then gently placed his swollen but shrinking member on his stomach. Finally she used the same sponge to clean him up once more and leaned in to his head as he drifted off towards sleep.

"Anton, I know I didn't plan for this, but I want you to know that I am more than your niece now. I am your keyholder. And as long as that is true I will take care of you the best way I know how." And she kissed him on the forehead before pulling up the covers.

---

Anton walked up the apartment stairs. His ribs had finally healed enough that getting home no longer hurt. When he opened the door, he found the living room lights dim and the rest of the house dark.

"Hello, Vanya are you home?"

"I am, come here Anton."

He followed her voice into the living room. There were candles on the sofa table and the shelves. The room looked quite lovely. Vanya had nagged him into repainting the wall and installing some furniture and for the first time he understood why. It was a home now.

But as his eyes adjusted to the light he had a stronger revelation.

Vanya was reclined on the couch, her dark hair curled into tresses and held in an up-do. She wore a sheer nightie, and the black of her bra and panties were visible beneath. Her makeup was done as if she was ready to go to a ball, but she was here. In his apartment. And he was mesmerized.

"Vanya, you look, stunning. What's going on?"

"I want to talk Anton. Come sit down here next to me" and she motioned to the floor beneath him.

More accustomed now to following strange requests he did as he was told. She ran her fingers through his hair, smiling as sawdust flakes fell to his shoulders.

"I've been thinking a lot about my responsibilities to you these last few weeks after picking you up at the detainment center. I want to take my role more seriously. And I'd like you to take your role more seriously as well."

Anton looked nervous. "Okay."

"I think the American stumbled onto this keyholder business by accident. They didn't have it all figured out, but I think there's a way to make it work where everyone is better off. I think you're better off now, living in a clean apartment, not drinking all weekend long, helping to support me as I transition to college. I think you're better off not watching VR porn and learning some self-control."

Anton nodded. He was feeling this way more and more as time went on.

"And I think I'm more mature when I'm looking after someone instead of looking out for myself."

She took his hand and placed it on her exposed thigh. He shivered.

"So what I'm proposing is this. I want you to look me in the eye and swear to me, that as long as I am your keyholder, you will never touch yourself again."

His eyes went wide in horror when she said this and the scariest thing was that, looking up at this gorgeous woman, he feared he might say yes.

"Even right now, if you wanted you could reach inside your pants and play with your testicles and I know you couldn't get off but it would feel good. I want you to promise that you would deny yourself even that. That you will completely forget what it feels like to touch yourself with your own hand."

The flickering candlelight rippled on the Celtic designs of the key dangling from her ear. She removed it and handed it to him.

"In exchange, I will promise to give you more pleasure than you could give yourself. To satisfy you when you need satisfaction and to tease you when I think you can handle it. Would you like this, Uncle Anton?"

His stomach roiled but he said it anyway, "Yes. I would." And he gave her back the key.

"Good. I'm going to let you out now but I'm not going to touch you."

He stood, dropping his pants and allowing her to free him from his cage. By the time he knelt again before her he was nearly rigid.

"Perfect. I want you to go alone to your bed tonight with a painfully hard erection. I want you to roll around, desperate to please yourself but knowing that you will not. And when you're tossing and turning in that bed, knowing that I'm sleeping just on the other side of that thin wall, I want you to still smell my scent on your fingers, and savor my taste on your tongue."

She opened up her legs now in invitation.

In truth he had never done this to a woman before. He had always found an excuse not to. But for the first time he was enamored enough by a woman, and selfless enough to want to bring someone else pleasure, that he found himself leaning in and making his way towards the dampness he could see on the front of her panties.

As he moved from placing gentle kisses on her thigh to lapping up the juices that flowed out of her, his cock pulsed and leaked for attention but his hands stayed on her body and gave no satisfaction to his own.

---

"This has been an absolutely lovely evening, Vanya." Isla's mother remarked from the couch.

"Thank you Mrs. Talbot. I appreciate you making the time to stop by."

A few women in cocktail dresses sat around the living room: Isla, her mother, and a couple of Isla's coworkers from the clinic and friends from nursing college.

"Would you like another glass of wine?" Anton appeared from behind Mrs. Talbot, naked except for a leather string tied tightly in a bow around the base of his erect penis.

"Oh no, that's fine Anton. But I do appreciate how attentive you've been this evening." And she leaned back a little to wrap her hand around his cock.

Anton stared straight ahead and let her stroke him rather roughly. She continued until his breathing deepened and then stopped suddenly.

"I remember when you first locked him up how much of a fuss he made. Like a wild fish that needed to be reeled in slowly. But you're an obedient little boy now, aren't you Anton?"

Anton simply nodded.

"Tell me Anton, who owns this little cock of yours?" She stroked him again, absent-mindedly.

"Vanya owns it, miss."

"And are you happier now that she controls your orgasms?"

The other women stopped talking to watch. Some of them smirked.
<hr pg="5" />Anton looked at Vanya who raised an eyebrow waiting in response.

"Yes. I am much happier with Vanya telling me where and when to cum." He responded.

The ladies nodded and smiled.

"Oh Vanya, our little Anton here seems to be leaking a little." Mrs. Talbot scooped the drop of precum that had accumulated from her own ministrations. "Shall I feed it to him?"

"No, that's alright thank you." Vanya said. "I like Anton to maintain a certain dignity. To me he will always be a caged lion. It wouldn't be right to treat a caged lion the same way you would treat a lap dog."

"Of course." And Mrs. Talbot wiped the precum off on Anton's biceps. "Still, even for a lion he really is so well-behaved, Vanya. I don't know how you did it so quickly!"

"Well Isla has given me great advice over the last couple of years."

"She certainly has a lot of experience from managing her brothers' orgasms." Mrs. Talbot acknowledged.

"Did any of you see that study about the hormonal additives to chastity cages?" Jasmine, a nurse who worked with Vanya at the clinic spoke out. "They claim that the new generation of cages release chemicals that cause men to be aroused by submission. Might help explain some of the success stories we've been hearing."

"I saw that one," Vanya said. "I'm a little skeptical though. It was an all-male research team which seems like a conflict of interest to me. I don't think we need an explanation beyond classical conditioning: a male associates being submissive with receiving sexual pleasure and so they become aroused when you admonish them."

Some of the ladies murmured in agreement. Keyholding was hard work, no need to give credit to some chemicals from a conspiracy theory.

"Sorry to harp on about Anton here, but is there any chance of me borrowing him - just for a few hours to fix some things up around the house." Mrs. Talbot asked.

Vanya didn't hesitate. "Of course, Mrs. Talbot. It wouldn't be fair to send him on a weekday, he works too hard at his job, but I can loan him out to you any weekend. He likes to be useful."

---

The ladies eventually left one by one until Isla was the last one remaining. Vanya offered to give her some alone time with Anton while she tidied up outside, but Isla told her that John would be disappointed if she let another man take care of her needs here. Vanya had hoped that Isla would turn down the request, and was a little relieved when she finally left her alone with Anton.

"I know you don't like Mrs. Talbot very much." Vanya started.

"She's just so rough on me Vanya. She handles me like I'm a piece of meat."

"You seemed to like it well enough when she's stroking your cock."

"I can't help myself I guess."

"No, I suppose not. Well I'll send you over in the cage without a key so the worst that can happen is you'll have to eat her out. She's not in bad shape for her age you know."

Anton nodded reluctantly, imagining what it would be like kneeling before the demanding, middle-aged woman while she pulled at his hair and teased him without mercy.

"It's important to me that you do a good job. I want to show her what a good boy you are for me, okay?" Vanya added.

"Of course. You make the decisions."

As he finished running through the dishwasher he heard Vanya flip the light switch and the room went black around him. A cold hand reached out and grabbed his still hard cock in the dark.

Without speaking Vanya tugged on him, directing him back to the living room.

"I want to reward you for being so good. Is Daddy going to be able to last long enough tonight?" She whispered in his ear as she led him by the dick toward the couch.

Vanya knew that Anton felt guilty when she called him that, which only made her want to do it more often.

"I can do my best," he mumbled.

"Hmm, we might need better than that this time." Vanya pushed him so that he collapsed onto the couch, his cock pointing up at her upright silhouette.

He felt her hands on his face guiding him towards her breasts. Apparently she had slipped out of her dress while he wasn't paying attention.

To this day, she had never let him see her breasts except in the dark. Despite the frequency with which she demanded he pleasure her orally, still she held this one temptation over him.

Unable to see, he followed her lead and his mouth connected with her nipple. She moaned as he twirled his tongue around it.

Watching him being teased by her friends and coworkers all evening had driven Vanya wild. Now that she had him to herself she didn't want to waste time. She gathered herself above him on the couch, moving her panties to the side and letting his hardness sink into her.

He remained immobile, savoring the wetness and tightness of her pussy, but focusing on not cumming too quickly. She had her hands on his shoulders, using him to push up and then allowing gravity to pull her back down, impaling herself on him again.

"I hope you enjoyed tonight. I counted six different women who played with your cock this evening. I don't think you got soft once the whole night. Did Daddy have a good time?"

"Yes. Thank you for letting your friends tease me."

He shuddered at the memory and felt his balls tighten below him. He hadn't cum in three weeks.

Vanya knew he would not last and so as she heard him moan she whispered, "Just let go Daddy. Cum inside your girl's little pussy".

She felt the contractions of his cock inside of her. She paused to let him finish, but then continued to ride him. He groaned from the friction on his now sensitive flesh.

"I thought you might finish a little quickly, so I slipped a little something into your drink earlier."

Anton moaned.

As she rolled her hips on top of him he felt his cum leaking out of her pussy, sliding down his balls and on to the couch. He knew she would take her time with this.

"I'm so glad you don't need to feel bad about finishing too early. You'll stay nice and hard till I've had my fill. And then I think we'll put you away for another couple of weeks until I'm ready to do this again. Does that sound fair?"

Anton only nodded in the dark.

