It’s 5 P.M. and we are eating dinner. I am more focused on Mr. Hex than on my food. And why would I not? He looks delectable in his loose and thin tank top. His chest is covered but his hard and shaped pectorals are party visible. I can see those nipples hard and ready to be licked. My focus is not on those nipples today, nor on those thick muscular arms. No, my attention is grabbed by that thin silver chain hanging in front of his tank. More particularly, on the small silver key it is dangling. On weekdays, I get to only see him in his work clothes. Always in fit and clean suits. At the most, he removes his jacket while having dinner and then retreats to his room. He usually dresses formally, going casual when has to do some physical work.
And I have never seen him in his workout gear. I’ll have to wake up before sunrise I want to see him those. Not that I am complaining. He looks good in formal wear. Short black hair on sides and a little longer on the top. Clean-shaven hard jaw on a square face and those dark blue eyes. You have to be close to see that they are blue and not black. Although, he is sporting a stubble today. It is Saturday, so after Friday morning, the next shave will be on Monday. Till then, I get to see the formal Mr. Hex turn into a sexy rugged casual guy. Or any other persona-based upon what he is doing this weekend. Or rather who.
I have been living with him for two months. It is a big villa enclosed on all sides by a big fence and trees, practically hiding the backyard and the pool. I am renting one of his spare bedrooms while I am supervising a construction project nearby. I did see a lot of motels and could have slept on the couch at one of the guys’, but I did not want to live with someone who works under me. There was no better accommodation in the neighborhood for renting. Except for this villa. When I had known about this, I wasted no time contacting him. Affordable, very comfortable, and clean room with a few “rules” and a very peculiar owner, known for his strange activities and different men visiting his villa every weekend, according to the lady at a nearby grocery store. It was fine by me.
More than fine. It would have been finer if I would have been able to participate in those activities happening behind his bedroom or the other room which is always kept locked. His dungeon. He had told me that I was free to use the backyard, pool, gym room, kitchen, and living room but never to go in those two rooms. Eh, simple to follow. The other rules were: to always be on time for dinner, which we either cooked alternatively or ordered in. Or inform if we had plans. And lastly, to keep everything clean. He was very vocal that he will not be hiding his lifestyle and that I should either be out of the house or be in my room on Saturdays. I was out in the first month, but then I was curious. Sometimes I watch from the stairs if his dates are downstairs. His door is always open and the sounds are always audible. On more than one occasion, I was aroused and had jerked off to the sounds and scenes I could catch. And he is very free about talking about his lifestyle if I ask something or am caught watching. And every time I bolt away.
“You are not eating.” Mr. Hex said.
“Huh?”
“I said you are not eating. You have been eyeing the key for a minute or two. You seem very interested in it.” Mr. Hex said while rolling the key between his thumb and finer. Those firm and big fingers. How must those feel inside someone? Thick and deliberate in the movements. Everything he does is perfectly done. And those fingers must be doing the job of finding the prostate very well based upon the sounds I hear. These thoughts have been getting more distracting as the weekend comes near. What is he planning for today? The key is too small.
“What does it lock?” I asked. I was curious about the key and why was he wearing it around his neck.
“Jerry’s cock. I have locked it last Saturday and will let it out if he pleases me today.” What? I am confused and aroused. And it must have shown on my face.
“Don’t be shocked, Ace. He willingly asked me to do this, so he can focus his attention on serving me and pleasing me.”
“Doesn’t he want the pleasure?” I asked.
“He gets it by obeying me, by giving up the control of his orgasms, by me milking his prostate. The idea that I am in control of his orgasms and have the power to grant or deny them is a heady feeling for both of us. You should try it sometime.” And he winked. My heart was beating much faster. Never mind the blood pumping down in my dick.
“No. I am not into that.” I said.
“Really? Stand up.” He commanded in his gruff and gravelly voice and I immediately stood up. I don’t know why but his hoarse voice goes straight to my dick, which is now tenting my lounge pants.
“See, you are very much interested. In this cock cage, and in all the things I do. You have been spying with more boldness each week. It is time you either come forward and accept your desires or step backward and go on lying to yourself.” What? Stop spying? Those are the highlights of my weekends. No.
“No. I am a little interested, I agree, but… I… lock… how?” I am a little scared and more aroused about getting in with Mr. Hex in his activities.
Mr. Hex smirked and he looked very sexy right then. I have always had normal vanilla sex with my hookups, but I do want Mr. Hex. Maybe this is the chance where he is making a move. I want him but I don’t know how to ask him and why would he be with a novice like me?
“Tell you what, we’ll start simple. I have a spare plastic cock cage in the dungeon. You’ll wear it today and you can watch me and Jerry in my bedroom. You’ll have the key. If you can last locked till he leaves and obey simple commands, I’ll remove it and jerk you off. How does it sound?” Mr. Hex jerking me off. My dick twitches. Watching him and Jerry play. It twitches again. Assisting him in his bedroom. My dick aches and feels constricted by trousers. Oh, yes. Just thinking about them is enough to make me fully aroused. A few strokes and I can come now. Maybe I will rub one out in my room in a few minutes and have another by the man who stars frequently in my dreams.
“It sounds good, Mr. Hex. I’ll see you when he arrives.” I said and started towards the stairs so I could quickly get to my room. Mr. Hex laughed and I stopped in my tracks.
“You are not jerking off, Ace. Especially not now that you have agreed to hand me the control of my dick to me.”
“Your dick?” I ask, confused. And a little more aroused. I can see a wet spot forming in front of my grey lounge pants. His dick. Going by how fit and muscular he looks even in his 30s, my imagination only makes my already hard cock pulse again. I need to relieve myself quickly.
“Yes, mine. It is no longer your dick to touch, to control. It is mine.” I whimper and my dick twitches. And he smiles.
“It is mine to touch, squeeze, or stroke.” Now, I don’t think I can it control any longer and I palm my groin.
“Na, nah. No touching what’s mine without my permission, Ace. Where are your manners?” Mr. Hex asks. I cannot think anymore. I need some friction. I have never been this aroused without touching myself or without watching something. I want it. I need to touch myself.
“Please, Mr. Hex. Can I touch my dick?” I ask. I don’t know how those words slipped from my mouth. And why do those words make me more excited and aroused? The idea of this strong and sexy man being in control of my pleasure seems very enticing.
“Good boy.” Mr. Hex says and I almost came from the pleasure and I quickly give myself a stroke from the outside. A moan escapes from my mouth. This feels good. Very good. Before I could continue, Mr. Hex grasps my wrist and stops me. I did not even notice him move.
“I did not give you my permission, Ace. I praised you because you asked properly. But you are disappointing me by stroking yourself without my permission.” Oh. I feel sad and disappointed now. From displeasing him? Or from not being allowed to touch myself? I can no longer tell. All I can think about is this man in front of me and my hard-on, and the anticipation of tonight.
“You need to be locked in now. I have to protect what’s mine. You want that right, Ace? To belong to me? To be controlled by me? To please me and be rewarded later?”
“Yes.” I sigh. I don’t which question I answered. Or why. My brain seems to have stopped working this evening.
“Very good. Now you strip your t-shirt and pants, fold them in the neat pile and kneel by the sofa. I’ll bring the cage. I expect you remember the pose from all the covert glances you caught from my partners.”
I feel embarrassed from being reminded and flush; excited about getting the night started. Why do his questions seem to only have the answer yes?
“Yes, sir.” I say and start removing my clothes. After placing them in a neat pile on the table, I kneel on the fur carpet, with my hand clasped behind me, body straight, head bowed and my knees spread apart. My hard dick points straight away from my body.
“Good boy.” Mr. Hex says while ruffling my hair and I feel a little happy. He circles around me and claps his fingers from one hand around my cock.
“Such a good boy, following orders without questioning.” Mr. Hex says and starts a slow motion with his fingers and slides them down and up once on my dick. His long and solid fingers, his firm grip, his deliberate movements have me moaning.
“Thank you, sir.” I say, more than happy. I might be getting an orgasm after all before getting locked.
“You’ll obey my commands, Ace?” One more firm stroke.
“Yes, sir.” I say, so he may continue instead of stopping for every stroke.
“You’ll address me as Sir.” One more stroke.
“Yes, Sir.” I say, not caring if it was a question or command. Just continue. Please.
“You will stay locked up for me?” One more stoke. One more “Yes, Sir.”
“You will give over the control of your dick to me? To do as I please?.” One more stroke. My “Yes, S..” is stopped in the middle as he does not stop this time but continues stroking me.
“Anything. Yours, Sir. It is yours.” I say as he continues stroking me up and down at the same pace. But I don’t care, my pleasure is building. I can feel my orgasm coming, it is only a few strokes away. I shamelessly moan as Sir firms his grip some more and quickens his pace.
“Then I’ll lock you up now, and we’ll see if you deserve your reward. An orgasm.” Orgasm. Yes, yes. Want it. I need it.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I scream as a tingling sensation starts building up from my spine and my legs start to stiffen. But before the feeling can continue through my body and wash over me, Sir removes his hands and steps back. What? No! I can feel myself slipping back from the edge. Just a stoke or two. I need just a stroke. I pant.
“Please, Sir. Please.” I say and look up at Sir’s smirking face.
“Good. Not only do you agree to be locked in now, but are begging for it. Such a good boy. Stay here while I bring the cage and don’t touch it. You don’t want to disobey me, do you?”
“No, Sir.” I am still panting heavily as Sir takes the stairs. I calm down a little and I am confused by my feelings, the questions, and the answers. I go through them now once since the haze has lifted a little and I don’t know what to make of them. I notice my dick now, red at the head, a string of precum dripping down from the slit, and think how I was about to almost get off but now will be locked in a cock cage. Just the thought alone has my deflating cock once again rising and pulsing. I try to control my breathing as I want this to happen. Anything to happen. Ugh. My skin feels stretched and I want to jerk off so badly but also want to please Sir. And why am I still referring to Mr. Hex as Sir? I start taking deep breaths to calm down.
Mr. Hex comes down the stairs and I focus on his chest. He has taken off his tank top and is now wearing only his cargo shorts, low on his hips. Based upon the skin visible there and his V-shaped abdomen, he is not wearing anything underneath.
He kneels and starts wiping my cock with a cold clean cloth and I wince a little. That’s how it is going to fit in the cage. Huh. I am still focused on the hard muscles of his chest while he explains about the ring going below my balls and cock. I desire to lick the groove between his hard pectorals while he gets my dick into the transparent tube-like structure with vents and holes on it. I feel as if everything is happening from somewhere far away. I feel a little dazed. His strong hands move very skillfully as he locks me. The sound of the lock snaps me out of my daze and I look down at my caged member. And then towards a very pleased-looking Mr. Hex. He then pulls me forward for a very simple kiss. I lean forward a little to catch him again and kiss him properly, but he moves back, away from me. I have lusted after him for a long time and I want my fill. The kiss was… not… full and hard? Where is my brain?
“Patience, Ace. Have patience. You’ll have more kisses when you join me and Jerry, later. You should have patience. You’ll learn to have patience. You have already started.” And he smiles. It feels weird. Good kind of weird to know that he is smiling because of me.
Mr. Hex stands and ruffles my sweaty hairs and I lean into his hand. Why am I doing this? What happened to my shyness? How I am being so forward?
Mr. Hex places a key on my clothes and goes back to finishing his cold dinner.
“You did good, Ace. Very good. Get dressed and finish your dinner. You’ll need the strength if you still want to continue with our little plan. You have the key. It’s your decision to please yourself or letting me pleasure you. Get up now.” My brain still feels a little fuddled and I feel a little giddy as I dress and pocket the small key. As I sit and start eating dinner, my focus once again goes to his silver chain on his bare muscular torso and the silver key which is resting now in the groove between his pecs. The key looks much sturdy than the one I have. I numbly eat my dinner as I am still staring at the key on his chest, or staring at the chest beside the key. Or the biceps that bulge and contract as he moves the food around in the plate. Imagining those hands moving my body. Moving Jerry around, when he will come. Come. I giggle a little and wish he’ll come soon. Come. Hehe. But knowing Mr. Hex, Jerry will arrive at 7 P.M. sharp. Around 90 minutes to wait. I sigh.