A Changed Man - Chapter 17

As Tom got into bed, a part of his mind was in turmoil over what just happened, another man giving him a blowjob, but it wasn’t a huge amount of turmoil, not really. It had felt better than any other mouth he had ever felt and it was something Hank wanted to do. Hank obviously enjoyed it as Tom remembered the feel of his hard cock pressed against his ass. It had almost seemed to throb in time with his own, and Hank had stayed hard the entire time.

Though that made Tom really nervous still, it was also arousing in a way. That he was the cause of it. Not that he himself was gay, but it was kind of flattering to know that he had been a part of making Hank hard. He found that mostly, the pleasure delivered to all three of them was far greater than any internal conflict he had about it coming from another man.

Tom’s ass was still quite painful, but he found he didn’t mind that too much either. Hank could have gone a lot harder, or a lot longer. He had the most discomfort laying on his back, so he laid on his side instead. He found he didn’t even really mind the pain either. It also seemed to make his cock throb and reminded him how arousing it was to experience.

For the first time in several nights, despite his elevated levels of desperation and arousal, it didn’t take a long time for Tom to fall asleep, almost feeling high from how aroused he was, and his cock occasionally throbbing against the cage.

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After Tom’s bedroom door closed, Hank gave Maria a shit eating grin and she bit her lower lip before saying, “That was fucking incredible, Hank. Just fucking. I can’t even…”

“Just wait until tomorrow night,” Hank said with a confident smile. He felt like he could be more confident now with how deep Tom was in submission so quickly.

“What are you going to do?!” Maria asked excitedly.

“He might need a little persuading from you, but I think he is ready. Suffice to say, I am going to take care of this myself tonight,” he said, grabbing his still hard cock, “but I think it will be the last time I will need to do so myself.”

Maria’s eyes sparkled and she almost reached down to her own crotch again. “Oh fuck Hank. Of course, I will do everything I can to help,” she then giggled a little, “and it might be a little selfish, but a lot of that is for my own viewing pleasure. He is going to be locked all day, and have to work, and think about all that happened today. You are right though, I think he is ready too. He just doesn’t know it, but between us, we can guide him to accepting it. This is going to be so fucking great.”

They said their goodnights and each went off to bed, and each had some self gratification to take care of before they fell asleep with smiles.

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Tom was able to finally sleep a little later, but was still up in plenty of time to get ready for the work day. His morning wood strained against the cage as always, but he was getting used to it like Hank said he would. He felt so much appreciation for the way Hank had handled this entire thing. He could have been such an arrogant jerk about it all, but had been nothing but compassionate and empathetic. Tom had let Hank do far more to him than he ever would have thought he would be willing to do, especially with another man, but despite some distant feelings of discomfort about it, he was largely at peace with it. He trusted Hank and still the biggest feeling he had was inexplicable gratitude.

Tom showered, and then went to get dressed, before suddenly remembering he had freely surrendered that right. His cock suddenly throbbed at the realization and he moaned. He blushed too, but there was no one to see it. It would be his first full day without clothing, and he still had the majority of the rest of the month to face. Well, he supposed much like the chastity, he would grow used to it.

The hot water had made his ass sting a little, and he smiled as he remembered the spanking. It had been a little traumatic at first, but now almost all of his memory of it was arousing. The helplessness, Hank’s pleasure, and Maria… and his view of Maria. Fuck. He was leaking now. He looked at his ass in the mirror and it was just pink. He imagined last night it had been red, but the pain had lessoned overnight and now was just mostly pink. He imagined eight hours in his desk chair might provide a little discomfort.

He went out to the kitchen to make coffee, but found Maria already up and the coffee already made. She was dressed the same as she was yesterday, no bra, and a tank top that failed to cover her entire panty covered ass. Tom blushed deeply as he came in naked while Maria gave him a dazzling smile and friendly good morning greeting.

Maria could definitely get used to this. Tom wasn’t hers and wouldn’t be hers, she didn’t want him to be, that wasn’t the point. She just loved the constant display of the power dynamics at play in the apartment now. She didn’t think it would ever cease to make her smile to see. Tom already belonged to Hank and this was proof. There was no way this was ending in 28 days, and she was pretty sure he would be fully Hank’s in mind and body by the end of the week. Her smile deepened when she got a good view of his pink ass.

“I need to go shower and get ready for work, have a good day Tom and I will see you tonight,” she said with that smile still on her face as she turned to walk away, knowing he would be looking at her ass.

Tom suppressed a moan as his poor cock seemed to be in a constant state of pushing against the cage.

Tom tried to relax in the living room, his mind hoping that somehow Hank would want to tie him up and stroke him before Hank had to set up, despite knowing that was highly unlikely. Hank was late to get up though, and came out dressed and said, “I’ll tie you up when I get home tonight buddy, have a good day!” and was out the door. Well, at least he had it to look forward to.

He enjoyed a few cups of coffee, bid farewell to Maria, and would now be by himself in the apartment all day. It occurred to him no one would know if he got dressed, but he didn’t consider doing so. He had made the agreement and meant to stick to it. When he thought about everything together, he was amazed at just how much he had agreed to and how little it really bothered him. Hank caged him, Hank kept him nude, Hank could tie him up, and Hank could touch his nude body however he wanted. And Hank was gay. Tom was really flattered by it all, but still didn’t think that Hank could really be attracted to him. Hank was a good looking guy and he didn’t know if it was the same among gay men, but Tom thought that even if he were gay, he wouldn’t be in the same league as Hank was.

Though come to think of it, some of the boyfriends that Hank had that Tom had met had been kind of awkward quiet types like he was, and not athletic or muscular either. It didn’t really matter though, because Tom wasn’t gay. If Hank enjoyed doing these harmless things with him, that was fine. He was happy to make Hank happy, that was all.

He finally went to his room to sign into work, and was surprised to find a big soft pillow that wasn’t his on his desk chair. He felt a little emotional on seeing that and that one of his roommates had thought of supplying it in empathy of his discomfort from the spanking. What was going to be a long day alone suddenly felt a little shorter…