A Changed Man - Chapter 12

Maria moaned upon hearing Tom beg to be touched more. She saw what Hank had been doing with his hands and how vulnerable and exposed Tom was. This was so fucking hot and she had been half expecting it to take the full day before Tom asked for it. But he actually begged for it right away. Hank couldn’t see her, but she thought the suggestion that came to her mind would be a good one and decided to risk it. It wasn’t a huge push from what he had already agreed to and it seemed likely he would agree.

“That was so hot to hear Tom. Can I hear it again? Hear you beg to have your cock touched?” Maria asked, her voice a little husky.

There was no worry as Tom complied right away, “Please Hank…please touch my cock, please…”

Maria let out a cute little moan again and then in a sexy voice said, “I just had a thought Tom. Since Hank can tie you up whenever he wants to now, how about if he can touch you and your cock whenever you are tied too? Let him decide if he wants to and just do it? That wouldn’t be too bad would it?”

Again, Tom didn’t hesitate. His mind was too cloudy with desperation. “Yes…please…yes….” he pleaded.

Hank had been surprised at another brilliant suggestion from Maria that would give him even more control. Initially when he heard her telling Tom to beg again he was worried it might be moving too quickly, but Tom immediately did it and this? This was a lot more power. Real sexual power. He had to be sure though.

He took his hands away from Tom’s thighs and smiled as Tom groaned at their absence, as he looked up at him and said, “Are you sure Tom? That you want me to touch your cock?”

“Yes please Hank. Please…” Tom whispered.

“I want to and I will if you are sure, but I need you to be sure too. Especially the rest of Maria’s suggestion. You know that if I touch you, you will get more aroused, but you still won’t be able to orgasm, right?” Hank asked.

Some clarity returned to Tom’s eyes and he did know that, but he didn’t care. He looked at Hank and said, “Yes, I know that is likely I will become even more aroused, and that I still won’t cum. I don’t care. I just need to feel it be touched. Please Hank. You can touch me whenever you have me tied. As much as you want, just please…”

Well, that was pretty clear consent Hank thought. Oh some people would probably argue that in his current state, Tom wouldn’t be able to give clear consent, but he did not follow that school of thought. Yes, he was using Tom’s arousal, but Tom still had free will no matter how aroused and desperate he was. This wasn’t gray. Tom’s consent was very, very clear.

“If you are sure…” Hank said in a soft deeper voice as his hands made contact with Tom’s thighs again, slowly traveling up. Tom immediately moaned and Hank let just the tips of his fingers touch and then trail lightly down the length of Tom’s cock. Tom cried out in bliss and immediately was begging for more.

Hank smiled. Oh yes, he had quite a bit of control now on just the second day of Tom being chaste. He owned this cock, he thought as he started to lightly stroke it, enjoying Tom’s moans. He had it locked up, he had the key, and it was only freed when Tom was tied up, which now Hank could do whenever he wanted. And also, thanks to Maria’s help, he could stroke and tease this cock whenever he wanted as well. It effectively belonged to him for at least the next 28 days, but he was determined to make it permanent.

“Does that feel good Tom?” he asked, a little teasing tone in his voice.

“Amazing, please don’t stop…thank you Hank, thank you,” Tom said and his voice was full of gratitude. Hank smirked, knowing that though Tom was enjoying this, it was only going to send him into deeper and deeper submission to Hank. After the cage, this had been a big hurdle - getting Tom willing to have sexual contact with another man, and now that he was experiencing it, the subsequent steps wouldn’t seem as far-fetched. One step at a time though, he stroked him normally now, going to the tip and collecting the leaking precum and using it as lubricant for his stroking. He knew exactly where and how to touch it, and Tom didn’t know this but was about to find out, Hank knew exactly when to stop. And within five minutes, he did, just as Tom was about to orgasm, taking his hands completely away.

Tom cried out with the loss of sensation just as his orgasm was about to crest. “Please…please….” he begged, but knew he wasn’t going to be allowed to cum. His head lolled a bit as his cock throbbed hard, seeking the missing stimulation. And then he just started to whimper wordlessly.

Maria was not inexperienced sexually. She had seen a lot of shit. She had done a lot of shit. But there was something about witnessing this scene in front of her that turned her on more than most of that stuff had. Her fingers, almost of their own accord, moved between her legs and over her panties and started rubbing her clit through them as she watched. She wasn’t sure Tom had known exactly what he was agreeing to, until he recited it back directly. He knew exactly what he had agreed to, and he was so desperate for his cock to be touched that he had readily agreed. Now Hank could drive him absolutely crazy with desperation.

She shivered with a mini-orgasm as Hank suddenly pulled his hands away and left Tom hanging on the edge of orgasm. His pleading tone was so delicious. She had edged girls before but this was different. Watching two men was different. The fact that Tom thought he was straight also made it different. This was likely the first time another man had touched his cock, and Hank knew exactly what he was doing. After about ten seconds, his hand came back up and resumed stroking, but very, very lightly. Forcing Tom to maintain the edge, but never enough for him to go over.

The amount of power that Hank held over Tom now was just outstanding. Hank could edge him for hours if he chose, no matter how much Tom begged. It was Hank’s choice to stroke and for how long, and it was Hank’s choice how long Tom was tied up and helpless. The only way Tom had out of any of it was to forfeit the bet, but Maria felt like that was becoming less and less of a danger. He couldn’t afford to lose and over the day yesterday and perhaps overnight, he had come to accept that he must see it through. And now, he was just going to fall into further submission and unable and probably not even wanting to, find his way out.

Hank pulled his hands away again and Tom looked to be on the edge of tears. Maria stifled a cry as another orgasm hit her, moaning softly instead as she shuddered.

Hank was quite hard himself. He enjoyed this so much and he was very hopeful that soon, Tom would be so desperate and grateful that he would be willing to do something about Hank’s hardness. But not yet. Too soon. He needed to keep building the desperation.

He edged Tom a total of 10 times over the next 30 minutes before Tom started to beg. Not to cum, but for Hank to stop. It was so delicious to hear. Now he could take his newly granted powers and enforce them.

“I am not going to stop yet Tom. You gave me this authority, and I don’t want to stop yet, do you understand?” Hank said, a note of command in his voice.

Tom had gone beyond embarrassment now. He had no control here and all he could feel was the desperate throbbing of his cock. It was so intense and it had almost started to become painful. So he had finally begged for Hank to stop it all together. Hank’s answer shocked him at first, but he quickly realized that Hank was under no obligation to stop, no matter how much Tom pleaded. He whimpered at the answer, but amazingly it aroused him even more.

“Y-yes Hank…” he said in reply, briefly bowing his head in submission and full acceptance of Hank’s decisions and authority in this.

He was brought to another desperate edge and still Hank did not stop. He almost cried, and he did beg again, but it was clear he knew and accepted that his begging didn’t mean Hank would stop. If anything, it made Hank want to keep going.

Hank edged him two more times before stopping and standing up. “I think that is enough for now. I am going to leave you uncaged and tied though and we will see if you can eventually come down negating the need for ice. I need more coffee…”