A Changed Man - Chapter 8

Hank slowly slid the tube part of the cage off, almost teasingly. Tom’s cock grew to fill the space left behind until the tube was completely off and Tom was hard as a rock. He immediately groaned at feeling his full erection and blushed. He closed his eyes, just enjoying the feeling of freedom and feeling his cock throb, unable to look at either Hank or Maria. What must they be thinking?

Maria was thinking how fucking hot this was, not because of any attraction to Tom, or to either of them really, but because of the power dynamics clearly playing out. And she had a front row seat for it. She loved the way Hank had just taken initiative with the way he had tied Tom up. And then watching as Hank took out one of the two keys and unlocked Tom’s cock. It was almost like Hank already owned it. And Tom had been instantly hard. Maria wondered how much of that was from just being uncaged though. Could he be aroused by the helplessness he felt from the bondage? Or maybe the whole package of power dynamics at play? It could be that he was a natural submissive and just never explored it or knew it. Maria saw that his eyes were squeezed shut and could clearly see his face red in embarrassment, but it wasn’t enough to negate his arousal. His cock was as hard as could be, and even if he couldn’t admit it to himself, it was because of Hank. Maybe not directly and as a result of Hank’s actions, but either way his arousal was tied to Hank. She was pretty sure even if she wasn’t here, he would be just as hard, and that was good. He would start to associate his arousal to Hank’s control over him. Especially as the month went on, he would only be allowed to be fully erect when Hank tied him up and removed the cage himself. That is, if she understood the plan properly. Hank’s control and Tom’s arousal would go together.

Hank was highly aroused too. He fucking loved having this control and seeing Tom get hard during it. Much like Maria was thinking, he was thinking that perhaps Tom would come to associate his arousal with Hank. And Hank’s control. Tom’s cock looked fantastic and ready to explode. His fingers twitched, wanting to touch it and tease it. Oh, he could if he wanted to and Tom wouldn’t be able to stop him, but that was not how Hank worked. There needed to be consent. And he was convinced eventually there would be. You couldn’t just sit with a throbbing hard cock like this, day after day your arousal building, and not crave to have it touched. But one step at a time.

Hank then started to move Tom’s cock and balls around gently to actually inspect for any unwanted chafing from the cage. He moved the ring and checked under there as well. Tom moaned in some combination of arousal and embarrassment, but Hank had been serious about making sure there were no issues. He did just barely manage to touch him only appropriately to inspect though.

“There ya go big boy, I hope it feels good. Your cock certainly seems to be enjoying the freedom. Stay like that as long as you like. When you are ready, we will ice it down to get the cage back on,” Hank said happily and sat next to Maria on the couch and across from Tom.

“What? Ice it down?!” Tom exclaimed, his eyes snapping open to see the two of them looking at him, fully erect, and tied to the chair across from them. His embarrassment instantly got deeper, but he was too freaked out by what Hank had said.

It was Maria who spoke first, backing up Hank. “Well, he has to do something to get your erection down to get the cage back on. The alternative would mean orgasm and you losing the bet. I can’t think of a better way than ice to try to calm it, are there any Hank?” Maria asked.

“Not that I know of,” Hank replied immediately. “Sorry for blurting it out like that Tom, but if you have a better idea, I’d be happy to try it. You don’t have to worry about it though until you want back in the cage. Please, take your time and enjoy your little window of freedom.” Hank tried not to smile too much at the irony at the use of the word ‘freedom’ in this case.

Between the two of them, Tom saw the reasoning, and couldn’t think of an alternative himself. He nodded and unable to bear seeing them look at him any longer, he closed his eyes again and bowed his head. He didn’t like the exposure, but his cock felt so fucking good. It was so hard it was almost painful. His hands writhed in the cuffs behind his back, aching and needing to touch himself. He had to admit the restraints were definitely reasonable from Hank’s point of view. Now that he felt his cock hard and free, if his hands were not restrained, he absolutely would not have been able to refrain from touching himself.

With his head bowed and his eyes closed, he was able to push his roommates' scrutiny back a little bit in his thoughts. Not entirely of course, but just enough to let his mind think of other things. He then thought though, of Maria, in that yoga outfit and now looking at his erection. It throbbed at the thought and he moaned softly. He keenly felt how helpless he was in front of his roommates and he throbbed again. He thought about how Hank had just grabbed his ankles and spread his legs wide, and why it hadn’t upset him. Was it shock? He didn’t think so. But he hadn’t fought it and now he could barely move. Another moan as he throbbed again.

Maria almost had trouble refraining from touching herself, much like Tom was having. This was even hotter than she had imagined it would be and she was so glad to be able to observe all of it. She looked at Hank and they shared a big smile, on the same page in regards to Tom, and enjoying his soft moans of arousal. It even appeared that the longer he was like this, the more aroused he was getting. That was excellent, and it was only the first full day. Maria wondered if they dare risk ramping anything else up tonight. She was feeling pretty confident though, that Hank would end up being successful. The dynamics were already there.

Hank loved how much Maria was helping him in this, and gave her a big smile in return when she smiled at him and they both enjoyed the moment. Tom’s soft moans were music to his ears and he could barely tear his eyes away from Tom’s throbbing cock. A cock that he wanted to permanently control. He was pleased with the progress after only day, and if things continued to go this well, Tom would be his long before the month was over. Maybe even after only a week…

Tom was in fact getting more and more aroused. Everything about the situation was arousing him more and more. He sat for quite a while, just trying to deal with it, but his desperation kept getting worse. The moans came louder and more frequently. Fuck, he needed to touch. He needed it now.

“Please…just let me touch for a minute? Please?” he suddenly begged and both Hank and Maria smiled at the desperate pleading tone of his voice.

“I’m sorry Tom,” Hank said, his voice full of empathy, “we just can’t risk that. I am sure you understand. I um…well, if you wanted, I could perhaps touch it for you, but only if you want me to.”

Tom’s face screwed up with frustration and a touch of anger that melted away quickly. Hank was right to not let him do it if he wanted to be successful, he was just so damn desperate to. Hank’s offer to touch him shocked him and he couldn’t even entertain the thought right now. He wasn’t gay, he couldn’t let another man stroke his cock.

“N-no,” Tom said, “Perhaps….perhaps it is best if you get the ice…” he said, torn…