A Changed Man - Chapter 23

Tom felt good as he went to bed. A bit of confusion in his thoughts by the swirling emotions and natural questioning of who and what he was to himself, but serving as a foundation was he felt good. The confusion and uncertainty could not overshadow that. He had not only sucked Hank’s cock, he had wanted to. What did it mean? He didn’t know and as Maria had said, did it really matter what label was put on it? The fact was he had done it, wanted to do it, and had enjoyed it. Hank had wanted him to do it and had also enjoyed it. What did anything matter beyond that?

His cock was throbbing in the cage again, but it felt natural now. Like that was the way it was supposed to be. Thinking about Hank’s cock kept him throbbing too. Thinking about Hank’s moans of pleasure. He had told Hank that he wanted to do it again, and that was even more true now than it had been when he said it. He couldn’t get the sight of it out of his mind, nor the feel of it in his mouth. Even now, Tom could feel extra saliva in his mouth thinking about sucking again.

When Hank had ejaculated, deep into Tom’s waiting mouth, a part of Tom felt like that was the closest he would be able to get to orgasm himself. He had experienced such pleasure at Hank’s moans and being the cause of his orgasm. It was almost like he had an emotional orgasm of his own, all in his head. There was such a feeling of satisfaction and happiness that he could serve that purpose for Hank, even while he himself couldn’t orgasm. They were barely into the month, but it didn’t really bother him any more. Oh, he definitely was desperate to cum himself and if Hank offered him the opportunity to do so, he would jump on it. But he also felt like if he kept sucking Hank’s cock and pleasing him, it would actually help him not be bothered so much by his own arousal.

That arousal pushed him to want to suck. When he was doing it, nothing else existed. All of his desperation and arousal was channeled into serving Hank’s cock and making him feel good. Combined with his bondage and helplessness, he loved the escape of it. No real choices to make, he was there to please. He thought about the way Hank had held his head in a somewhat firm grip. Tom had loved it. It was enough to keep him immobile and it added to that sense of freedom that he had from the bondage and helplessness. Freedom from his own brain and making decisions. He only had one goal in that moment, and he had been dedicated to it. Hank hadn’t been rough, and if Tom had really struggled, he was sure that he would have broken free of Hank’s grip, but he had no desire to, even when he repeatedly gagged.

He got into bed and moaned at the memory of it. No, he didn’t regret doing it and was looking forward to doing it again. He slowly drifted off to sleep, hearing Hank’s moans in his head…

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The next morning, Tuesday, Tom was up first once again and made the coffee. While it was brewing, he cleaned up the kitchen from the remnants of the dinner he made the previous night. He still had no regrets and was not even bothered by a full day or work ahead.

He then sat and enjoyed his coffee and heard the shower go on. He didn’t know if it was Hank or Maria, but he would be happy for either of their company. Or even to simply be able to wish them a good day as they left for work. The shower shut off and just a minute later Maria appeared, just barely wrapped in a towel, the skin that was showing and her hair still very went. Tom’s mouth dropped open a little.

“Hey Tom, would you find putting a few English muffins in the toaster for me while I get dressed?” she asked, and Tom rose to his feet immediately.

“Of…of course Maria…” he replied, proud that he didn’t stutter.

“Thanks hun. Actually, while you are in there, could you make a travel mug of coffee for me? Thanks…” she said and gave him a wink and a smile before turning to go back to her room. The way the towel split on her side, Tom got a partial view of one of her bare buttocks.

“Of course…” he finally whispered, long after she would have been able to hear it. He went to the kitchen and without much thought, did as she asked. Well, he didn’t really question doing these things for her, but his mind was filled with thoughts of her wet smooth skin.

The shower was going again while Tom worked and that must mean that Hank was up too. Maria took her coffee black and made sure everyone else knew it. Not really in an obnoxious way, but when someone asked her how she liked her coffee, her answer would often be some variation of ‘black and bitter, just like my soul.’

Tom got the coffee set in a travel mug and put the english muffins in the toaster. He had noticed she liked them pretty dark as well, and in fact the toaster was still set to 9 from the last time she had used it. He kept an eye on them anyway.

Hank suddenly appeared in the kitchen, freshly showered and nude, and immediately came up behind Tom and in a low voice said, “good morning,” before grabbing Tom’s wrists to cuff them behind his back. Tom could feel Hank’s nudity briefly pressed against him as Hank grabbed his arms. Maria’s muffins were still in the toaster, but Hank paid them no mind.

Tom was breathing a little heavy at Hank’s sudden appearance, his nudity, and the quick bondage. “G-good morning Hank…” he whispered, but now that his wrists were cuffed together, Hank was leading him over to the couch. Hank sat down, spread his legs, and then guided Tom to kneel in front of him.

“I thought we should start the day off properly with a blow job before I head to work…” Hank said, reaching for the side of Tom’s head to stroke it and if needed, to start guiding him down.

“Of….of course Hank,” Tom said, trying to recover. He had agreed to this, and looking down at Hank’s large cock, he licked his lips and found he very much wanted to still. Was this the way the rest of the month was going to be? Just randomly ‘forced’ to suck off Hank? He found the thought didn’t bother him at all and could feel his own locked away cock leaking. He started to bend towards Hank’s cock. He wasn’t fully hard, but Tom didn’t think he was completely flaccid either. It hung to one side, laying against his body. Tom stuck his tongue out and licked from the base to the tip and then did it three more times and saw Hank’s cock start to respond. Hank let out a small appreciative sound and Tom lined himself up to take it into his mouth and feel it get hard the rest of the way, but he paused and looked up at Hank.

“Hank? You…you can put your hands on my head and guide me to take how much you want…if you want to that is…” he said, trying to phrase it casually, but obviously hoping that Hank would do just that. Tom didn’t wait to find out if he would through and took the head and an inch or two more into his mouth and immediately started to work his tongue. He wanted to feel the cock’s response and getting fully hard.

Hank let out a soft fond chuckle at Tom’s request. It was astounding really. This time yesterday, Tom never would have imagined giving a blow job, and now he was asking Hank to effectively push him down on it in only his second blowjob.

Maria came in then and said, “oh fuck…” upon seeing what was going on.

“Good morning Maria,” Hank said as the toaster popped, “he just started, I am not even fully hard yet, if you’d like some viewing pleasure before work?”

“Mmm….fuck…” Maria muttered, now fully dressed, and went to the kitchen to grab her coffee and muffins, buttering them quickly and sloppily, muttering curses as she burned her fingers a little. She had trouble looking away from what was going on in the living room to finish what she was doing, but she finally did. She sat down in the chair that Tom was usually tied to and watched, eating her muffins and drinking her coffee, while Tom gave his second blow job.

Hank finally put both of his hands gently on Tom’s head, but immediately applied pressure to push him down further. Tom moaned and Maria could see his hands writhing in the cuffs.

Tom felt such a thrill when Maria came in to watch and then again from Hank’s hands pushing him down. It wasn’t far enough to gag, not yet, but they both knew he could easily make him gag should he choose. But Hank seemed content to let Tom work him as he could in this position with his hands cuffed as they were.

After a few minutes Hank said, “As wonderful as this is, I think I need to cum sooner so we can all get to work,” and his fingers curled into Tom’s hair, but not enough to be painful. He started to make Tom go up and down on his cock more rapidly. It wouldn’t take too long. He still found this incredibly hot, and he had wonderful control over his orgasms, delaying them, or making them come sooner.

Tom moaned around it as Hank made him go up and down on it faster and faster. Maria was regretting being dressed because it prevented her from fully enjoying this as she liked, but it was still incredible. It appeared Tom liked a little force and she wondered if maybe he would be open to her particular type of domination.

Hank suddenly moaned loudly, pushed Tom’s head down, and was cumming. Maria whimpered at the sight and knew she was going to have a long, wet day at work. Once again, Tom swallowed every drop.

“Fuck…” Maria mumbled again, dropping her plate on the coffee table, grabbing her coffee and leaving, presumably running a little late for work now.

Hank chuckled and let go of Tom’s head. Tom proceeded to lick up and down the length making sure he got it.

“Thank you Tom. I love starting my day like this…” Hank said and guided Tom to his feet to uncuff him. “I am running late now too though, so I must dress and go. Have a great day at work!” Hank said and rushed off to his room.

Tom whimpered, wanting more, and knowing if there was to be any more, it would be after a full day of work…