A Changed Man - Chapter 6

Hank came out to quite the sight and thought it would be an excellent start to the day and what he hoped to achieve. Maria was dressed in skin tight leggings and just a matching bikini type of sports top and doing yoga in the middle of the living room floor and taking her time with it.

Tom was on the couch pretending to look at his phone, but unable to stop looking at Maria for very long, especially when he thought that Maria wouldn’t be able to see that he was looking. He wasn’t very far away and had a wonderful view of Maria’s stretching and contorting body on display for him. Periodically, he would reach down to his crotch and try to adjust himself with a pained expression.

Secretly smiling, Hank got his own coffee and then joined them in the living room greeting Tom with a ‘good morning.’

“How did you sleep? I hope it wasn’t too bad?” Hank asked, diagonally across from Tom, and watching him trying to hide the looks at Maria.

“It…it was awful,” Tom admitted. “I wanted to pound on your door at 4am this morning and demand to be let out,” he said, a little miserable.

“Good thing you didn’t,” Hank said, “I know it was rough man, it will get better, I promise. I think you can do this, I really do. I want you to succeed Tom. The bet is fun and there is serious money on the line, but I think you will grow from this either way,” Hank said gently. Sure, last night he had kind of goaded Tom and hit his ego, while Maria had played the good cop role, but it was time for Tom to start seeing Hank as someone who supported him and wanted what was best for him.

Maria sat cross legged and listening. She also felt she needed to be cautious in finding her role in this, but she was pretty sure she had a large part already with just the yoga. She had seen Tom staring hungrily at her ass when she was in the downward dog position and the look of discomfort on his face. She knew, even sitting like this and facing Tom, that there were things for him to look at if he dared. The outline of her pierced nipples could be clearly seen against the tight stretchy fabric of her top.

Poor Tom didn’t know where to look. He felt embarrassment still from the entire situation, and his cock hadn’t stopped trying to burst through the cage since Maria had been up. He wanted to groan with the frustration he felt. If only he could just… something. He wasn’t sure what, but he felt like he needed something for some relief, even if it was temporary.

He did appreciate Hank’s tone though. Hank had always been a very nice guy and as another man, perhaps he understood better what Tom was going through. He could admit now that Hank had kind of gotten his dander up last night with the challenging tone in his voice, but a lot of that had been his own embarrassment in front of Maria. This was more the Hank he knew.

“I can’t afford to lose,” Tom said with some misery, telling them what they both already knew. “But you both know that. There is no real option here, but I don’t know how the hell I am going to make it the whole month. I am ready to crawl out of my skin and it hasn’t even been 24 hours.”

“I’ll help you Tom. I know this is completely new for you, and it is a very difficult adjustment. You might come to actually like it though. I know that seems hard to believe right now. I doubt you got much sleep, and the way your cock must strain can’t be pleasant, but eventually you not only get used to it, it might actually make you feel good,” Hank said.

Tom looked at him a bit incredulously as he spoke. Like it? How could he ever like it?

Maria re-positioned herself so that she was laying on her back with her knees drawn up into her midsection. It exposed the backs of her legs quite nicely. She said, “I think it so great that you are doing this Tom. Just remain strong. We can help you through it. Can I ask a question that might be a little embarrassing though? Kind of an observer question, but I’ve never known anyone wearing one of those, and your experience could really give me some insight.”

“Oh, um…of course, Maria,” Tom said as he looked at her and couldn’t keep his eyes from traveling over her stretched hamstrings.

Maria gave him a smile of gratitude, hoping that it would make him more open to sharing, before asking, “Do you feel any different about the two of us? Hank and I each hold one of the keys that can open the cage and let you out. In a psychological sense, we each hold a certain power over you.”

Hank looked at Maria sharply and with some concern. At first it was thinking that maybe she wanted to have domination power over Tom, but then it was more because that he thought it might be entirely too early to have Tom be thinking about it, the power that Hank already had over him. After all, Hank’s goal was to never give this power back. Not by force, but by Tom’s choice. If Tom got too nervous about the loss of control too early, all could be ruined.

But Maria’s intuition appeared to bear fruit. Tom blushed deeply, unable to look at either of them for a few moments and finally said, “yes, I do. I didn’t want to say anything about it because it’s….well, it's embarrassing, but it's hard to not think about it a lot. That each of you has the power to release me, when I don’t myself.”

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed Tom, it's only natural to feel that way,” Maria said soothingly, but inside she was screaming with excitement. Already the shift of power was affecting him mentally and he felt that power removed from him and in their hands.

Hank recovered and added, “No doubt. I am aware of the power I have just holding the key and I take the responsibility very seriously. It is not common to have this kind of power over another, and it really shows how brave and good you are to be willing to do this Tom. I mean, it was a bet, but as part of it, you willingly gave that power to me, and it means a lot to me that you would trust me to hold it.”

Tom looked up as each of them spoke and he felt much better about his answer to the question. They both agreed that of course he should feel differently, and Hank really seemed to appreciate the trust that it showed in him to have that power. Yes, it wasn’t nearly as bad as he had thought.

The conversation lulled then, and Hank ending up turning on the TV while Maria continued her yoga. Tom divided his attention between his phone, the TV, and lusting after Maria’s incredible body. The rest of the day was much like that, though Maria stopped the yoga about an hour later, though she didn’t go and change, instead sitting next to Tom on the couch.

It was a gray rainy day outside and they all decided to just spend the day watching movies. They got some Chinese delivered for lunch.

Tom got more and more desperate as the hours dragged on and he felt like he might be on the edge of a nervous breakdown if he didn’t get some sort of relief. As dinner time came and went, he was fidgeting and not able to sit still. Maria was sitting close and she looked so fucking amazing.

It was getting late when Tom realized if he didn’t try to do something, anything, he would get no sleep at all. He couldn’t lose the bet, but maybe there was a compromise that would let him feel a little relief?

He just needed out of the cage for just a little while. That would help. He would put it back on, and stay on the bet, but just…let his cock breathe and feel the air a little. He felt like that would be a massive psychological boost.

Feeling the full weight of the power Hank had over him in the moment, between movies, Tom cleared his throat and spoke to Hank tentatively, “Um…Hank? I was wondering if…well…I am not giving up, you understand, I just…I am having a really hard time with the cage right now, and I was wondering if we could take it off for just a little while? Not to mastur…” he cut off blushing with Maria there, “but to just…feel a little relief from the constant pressure of the cage?”

Inwardly, Hank was ecstatic. This was the first step to take things to the next step, and the way Tom spoke to him and asked the question really seemed to show the shift in power between them. He looked at Tom like he was carefully considering, but he knew he could use this.

“It’s actually not a bad idea,” Hank said as if still considering it, and had to hide a smile at Tom’s sudden hopeful look. “We should probably make sure there isn’t any chafing and that the blood is still flowing properly. I will let you out on one condition,” Hank said.

“Condition?” Tom said nervously, feeling shame that he felt like there was a lot he would agree to.

“Yes. We don’t want to have any mistakes happen. We can’t risk that you might be unable to refrain from touching yourself. So you can sit in a chair, and I will tie you to it. And then I will remove the cage and inspect. I’ll leave it off for as long as you like, but before you are untied, the cage goes back on,” Hank said, suppressing showing any of the feelings he was currently having…