A Changed Man - Chapter 9

Hank got up, not that disappointed. It was only the first night after all, and Tom had looked a bit torn about it. The offer was now out there and perhaps would implant itself. He wasn’t going to push it now. “Of course Tom. I really am sorry, and I am sure you understand why that would be a bad idea, but keep my offer in mind if we do this again,” Hank said with a tone of empathy while he got up to go get an ice pack.

Maria was also a bit torn and wasn’t sure if she should try to push and influence Tom here. Hank had phrased the offer so well, and she also knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to push things too far, too quickly. But fuck, she wanted to see it happen. Already Tom seemed so desperate. How much worse would it be if Hank edged him? It was guaranteed to ramp up his desperation and perhaps make him be more open to suggestions.

Hank got an ice pack and Maria looked a question at him as he was coming back. He was not in Tom’s line of sight yet. Hank looked at her and gave her a slight shake of the head, seeming to confirm not to push anything now. It was hard though, she wanted to tell Tom just how hot it would be for her to watch.

The truth was, Tom was already tempted by the offer without anything else being said. He saw the way Maria’s eyes had lit up with excitement at the offer and he desperately wanted his cock touched, even just for a brief time. If only Maria had offered it. Then again, if she did it, he was pretty sure he would just orgasm at her first touch. But he couldn’t agree to letting Hank do it, not yet anyway. It just felt like it would be too gay or something. Though Hank had been very nice about it, sounding like he genuinely wanted to help.

Hank came back and put a gentle hang on Tom’s shoulder. “You are doing so well Tom. The ice won’t exactly be pleasant, but I hope you enjoyed the freedom from the cage,” Hank said before gently pressing the ice pack to Tom’s genitals.

Tom gasped at the extreme cold and his cock initially throbbed hard from it. “Oh fuck, that is cold,” he complained but added, “I…I did. Thank you for allowing it Hank. I…I appreciate it.”

Hank smiled at Tom, loving that Tom was expressing gratitude for being tied up and allowed to have an erection. The implications were clear. Tom was acknowledging Hank’s authority on this, and acknowledging that Hank was doing him a favor. “You are welcome Tom. I want you to be successful. Please feel free to ask for it again,” he said, establishing that Tom would need to ask and adding weight to the concept that it was something Hank was granting to Tom, but also with the very subtle implication that the request could be denied. Just gently getting Tom used to his authority. He would add to it little by little.

Tom had to stop thinking about how exposed and helpless he was, stop thinking about Hank’s hand on the other side of the ice pack, and most especially stop looking at pretty Maria and how interested she seemed. He felt the cold permeating through his genitals, but had to try to ignore that as well, because in a way with his helpless state, that was arousing him too. He closed his eyes trying to think of something else. Hank helped him, almost as if he had read his mind and said, “tell me about your latest work project Tom.”

“Oh, um…I am designing a new telecom flow using a new product from Avaya…” he started and then went on about the technical intricacies of it, not caring that it was probably fairly meaningless to both of them. Hank didn’t ignore what he said though, and acknowledged things and even asked a few fairly insightful questions. Periodically, he would lift the ice pack to check on the state of things before reapplying it.

In about 10 minutes of Tom rambling about work, his erection finally subsided Hank was pleased to see. Well, he enjoyed making Tom hard, but there would be plenty more opportunities for that. He asked Tom to explain how something worked in relation to the work project, as he knelt down between his legs and started to put the cage back on. He had not taken the ring portion completely off, so it was just a matter of reseating that and then slipping the tube on.

Tom was in the middle of some technical detail or other when he just barely felt Hank’s hands on his nearly frozen genitals. He stopped speaking mid sentence and let out the smallest moan that almost sounded pleading. He felt the cage go around his cock again and fairly quickly, Hank was sliding the key in and locking it. He gave it a fond little pat as he said, “There we go, all safe and secure again. Would you like to be untied now?” he asked, setting more foundation of trust.

“Y-yes please, I…I think I will head to bed,” Tom breathed. He had been close to begging for more touch when he felt Tom’s hand with the cage, but he had held fast. Even now though, his cock was already trying to get erect again.

“Of course buddy,” Hank said with a smile and started to untie Tom’s ankles. This had gone well, and he had clearly heard that little plaintive moan as his hands had touched Tom getting the cage back on. Oh yes, he was pretty sure that Tom would ask for his touch soon. He was in for another rough night though. Today had gone well, and had brought Tom along quite a bit. He would be his, he was more sure of it now.

Hank trailed a gentle hand over Tom’s shoulder as he got up and moved to the back of the chair. It was almost an affectionate caress, but still just something friendly to get Tom used to feeling his touch, especially while he was still bound. Show him that there was nothing to be afraid of from Hank. He untied his hands from the chair, and then unbuckled the cuffs. Tom had barely struggled the whole time and Hank was pleased to see no lingering marks on his wrists.

Tom brought his hands back around and blushing again seeing Maria still looking at him, and his caged cock, quickly reached down to grab his sweatpants and pull them up as he stood.

“Um. Good night guys. Th-thank you…” Tom said awkwardly and fled.

Maria watched him go with amusement and pleasure. This was so wonderful to watch and she had felt she had practically seen and witnessed the first stages of unexpected submission in action. Surely, he was more frustrated and desperate now than he was earlier in the day, and yet he wasn’t railing about it. He was grateful for being tied up and not having control.

Hank gave her a big smile as he left the cuffs and the rope on the chair, and came over and sat next to her. He heard Tom’s bedroom door close and Maria gave him a big hug. “That was SO fantastic! I thought for sure he was going to ask you to stroke him,” she said.

“He will, I am sure of it, perhaps as early as tomorrow. He wanted it, but I think he has a mental hang up about another guy touching him sexually. Another night locked up and denied I think will cure him of it. I didn’t want to push him too fast, thank you for not trying to either. Now he knows the offer is there, but when it happens, instead of me offering, he will be forced to ask me for it. I thought it went fantastically. He now trusts me to fully restrain him, to take off and put on the cage, and I am getting him used to my touch. I think this is a kind of spiral he is heading down. Every moment that passes by will make him more desperate and aroused, and everything I do will feed into that, but also give me more control over him. Control that he will give up to me willingly,” Hank said, flushing a bit at the thoughts of his growing control over Tom.

“It was a beautiful thing to watch him become more submissive to you as the evening went on. This is so fucking fantastic, and I can’t wait to watch you edge him tomorrow. Maybe when he is reluctant about something you could give me a little sign if you want me to supply a little extra motivation?” Maria offered.

“That sounds great. I will give you a little nod or a little shake of the head to let you know which way I think we should go. It is really fun doing this with you and I can’t wait to make that straight boy my slave…” he said with a big smile.

Maria laughed and they went off to bed themselves…