A Changed Man - Chapter 5

It was so early. Like middle of the night early, but Tom was awake and writhing. Hank had warned him, or tried to, but Tom had underestimated just how bad it would be. He needed out of this cage. His cock was doing its best to burst out, but the cage was far stronger.

He knew though that waking like this, sometimes going to the bathroom would help calm the erection, so he dragged himself out of bed to do that. He hadn’t even thought about whether the cage would interfere with urinating while standing, and he wasn’t awake enough to figure it out now. He sat down and suppressed a groan at his throbbing cock.

It took a few minutes, but he was finally able to go, and the pressure lessened some. It was still uncomfortable, but he breathed out a sigh of relief as he finished.

Going back to his room, he wanted to go back to bed, but his cock was still throbbing and he knew he would never get back to sleep. What he really wanted to do was go pound on Hank’s door and demand the key. This was inhumane!

But he couldn’t. Not that he thought Hank would be intentionally cruel, but being woken up like that with an angry demand might not make him the most cooperative. And secondly, if he did that he would lose the bet inside of only a single day. He couldn’t lose, and his pride was fighting him too. He had boasted that he could do it easily. What what it say about him if he couldn’t even go 24 hours?

He got dressed in sweats and a t-shirt and went out to the kitchen to take some aspirin and make some coffee. He was going to have many hours to himself, and he needed to not only try to come to terms with this fucking cage, but try to get rid of this headache from the drinking.

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It wasn’t until about 9am that the first of the roommates woke up. It was Maria and she took a shower first. She was so looking forward to what might happen today and be a witness and a part of Hank’s plans for Tom.

She hadn’t been lying about her typical needs and habits for masturbation, but she started to touch herself in the shower. Her clitoral hood was pierced and she started to play with it. The whole situation with Hank and Tom was so hot. She loved power dynamics and was always in the dominant role with the girls she dated. She had a particular sadistic streak and that would sometimes chase them away as they invariably got in over their heads. They thought they could handle it, but most didn’t last long. Maria enjoyed watching them break down to their despair in their helplessness, and to hear them cry and beg for it to stop.

Maria didn’t do anything non-consensual though, despite often wanting to. When they broke, as they always did, she would stop when they used their safe word, and hide her disappointment. One day, she would find a true masochist that enjoyed the depths of pain play just as much as she did, but from the opposite side.

Would Hank be successful? God, she hoped so. She found straight men fascinating and thought most of them had some level of male desire. Sometimes, when she watched porn, she would watch male on male domination and submission. It was so hot how rough they could be and she really got off on watching it. She came thinking about Hank’s budding control over Tom with just having his cock caged. Hank was going to try to unlock those secret desires that they both thought Tom had, and she was going to do everything she could to help.

Any plans she had for going out today were now definitely canceled, and when she was done with the shower (and the masturbation), she picked out a special outfit for the day. She usually went to the gym in the morning, but not today. Today she was going to workout at home with some yoga. It had been a while and it was the perfect activity for today.

She smiled eagerly as she found the skin tight leggings and matching sports bra top to wear. They were purple to match her hair, and fit very close, showing off her slim figure, her bare and tattooed waist, and plenty of cleavage.

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Hank woke up when Maria got into the shower, but lounged for a little bit. It was early for him to be awake anyway, but he also was very much looking forward to the day. He was sure that Tom was up and probably not in a great mental state. He would need to proceed slowly and carefully and be able to be empathetic to Tom’s plight. Tom needed to see him not only as the man that held the power over his cock, but as a sympathetic and caring friend. It was what he naturally was anyway.

Unlike Maria, Hank was a more gentle Dom. Hank didn’t know anything about Maria’s desires in that area, but her help had been a very welcome surprise. No, Hank just enjoyed the control and having a sub that worshiped him. Of course, having a sub that was willing to have his holes filled whenever Hank desired was a big part of it as well. He loved to take care of his boyfriends and subs, and there was something about Tom that just made Hank want to make him kneel and then pat his head for being such a good boy.

But just because he was a more gentle and caring Dom, it didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy some mild dynamic pain play. Nothing extreme, but he loved to spank his boys and loved the effect it could have on them. How they would look at him with such a combination of desire, fear, and worship. And often, how eager they were to suck his cock after. It just made him appreciate their submission so much when they were so enthusiastic to worship him after being disciplined.

That was his long term hope for Tom, to not only convince him that he could enjoy sex with another man, but to show him that his true calling was full submission to another man. He would make such a cute sub, and Hank wanted that very badly. But he must be careful. Tom would be in a vulnerable state from the caging, and would be getting more so every day he went without orgasm. More susceptible to suggestion and more pliable, providing Hank didn’t push him too far too fast. One step at a time. He got up and got dressed, also in just sweats and a t-shirt, eager for taking the next step in this journey.

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Tom heard Maria get into the shower and couldn’t help but think of her hot little nude body all lathered up with soap. All of her tattoos and piercings made her hotter to Tom. Like she was dangerous or something. A ‘bad’ girl. He didn’t know what it was, but she was unlike any other girl he had ever known. Often brash and brutally honest and not giving a shit what others thought. But she was also quick to smile and had always been nice and friendly to him.

He looked back to his phone. He had been browsing Reddit all morning and drinking coffee and didn’t have much else to do. Between the blood thinning aspirin and the vasodilator that caffeine was, his head was feeling better. But thinking about Maria nude in the shower at this very moment was making his cock throb in the cage. He needed to stop thinking about that, so he tried to concentrate on his phone again.

Twenty minutes later, Maria came out to the living area, and any thoughts of preventing his cock from from testing the bars of the cage flew out the window as he saw how she was dressed. She smiled and said good morning as she went to get coffee.

“Good morning,” Tom said, barely able to pull his eyes away from her, “You off to the gym?” he asked, knowing she often went, though not usually already dressed for it.

“No, I thought today to do some yoga on the living room floor instead of going out. I hope you don’t mind?” she asked…