It's 5 P.M. and we are eating dinner. I am more focused on Mr. Hex than on my food. And why would I not? He looks delectable in his loose and thin tank top. His chest is covered but his hard and shaped pectorals are party visible. I can see those nipples hard and ready to be licked. My focus is not on those nipples today, nor on those thick muscular arms. No, my attention is grabbed by that thin silver chain hanging in front of his tank. More particularly, on the small silver key it is dangling. On weekdays, I get to only see him in his work clothes. Always in fit and clean suits. At the most, he removes his jacket while having dinner and then retreats to his room. He usually dresses formally, going casual when has to do some physical work.
And I have never seen him in his workout gear. I'll have to wake up before sunrise I want to see him those. Not that I am complaining. He looks good in formal wear. Short black hair on sides and a little longer on the top. Clean-shaven hard jaw on a square face and those dark blue eyes. You have to be close to see that they are blue and not black. Although, he is sporting a stubble today. It is Saturday, so after Friday morning, the next shave will be on Monday. Till then, I get to see the formal Mr. Hex turn into a sexy rugged casual guy. Or any other persona-based upon what he is doing this weekend. Or rather who.
I have been living with him for two months. It is a big villa enclosed on all sides by a big fence and trees, practically hiding the backyard and the pool. I am renting one of his spare bedrooms while I am supervising a construction project nearby. I did see a lot of motels and could have slept on the couch at one of the guys', but I did not want to live with someone who works under me. There was no better accommodation in the neighborhood for renting. Except for this villa. When I had known about this, I wasted no time contacting him. Affordable, very comfortable, and clean room with a few "rules" and a very peculiar owner, known for his strange activities and different men visiting his villa every weekend, according to the lady at a nearby grocery store. It was fine by me.
More than fine. It would have been finer if I would have been able to participate in those activities happening behind his bedroom or the other room which is always kept locked. His dungeon. He had told me that I was free to use the backyard, pool, gym room, kitchen, and living room but never to go in those two rooms. Eh, simple to follow. The other rules were: to always be on time for dinner, which we either cooked alternatively or ordered in. Or inform if we had plans. And lastly, to keep everything clean. He was very vocal that he will not be hiding his lifestyle and that I should either be out of the house or be in my room on Saturdays. I was out in the first month, but then I was curious. Sometimes I watch from the stairs if his dates are downstairs. His door is always open and the sounds are always audible. On more than one occasion, I was aroused and had jerked off to the sounds and scenes I could catch. And he is very free about talking about his lifestyle if I ask something or am caught watching. And every time I bolt away.
"You are not eating." Mr. Hex said.
"Huh?"
"I said you are not eating. You have been eyeing the key for a minute or two. You seem very interested in it." Mr. Hex said while rolling the key between his thumb and finer. Those firm and big fingers. How must those feel inside someone? Thick and deliberate in the movements. Everything he does is perfectly done. And those fingers must be doing the job of finding the prostate very well based upon the sounds I hear. These thoughts have been getting more distracting as the weekend comes near. What is he planning for today? The key is too small.
"What does it lock?" I asked. I was curious about the key and why was he wearing it around his neck.
"Jerry's cock. I have locked it last Saturday and will let it out if he pleases me today." What? I am confused and aroused. And it must have shown on my face.
"Don't be shocked, Ace. He willingly asked me to do this, so he can focus his attention on serving me and pleasing me."
"Doesn't he want the pleasure?" I asked.
"He gets it by obeying me, by giving up the control of his orgasms, by me milking his prostate. The idea that I am in control of his orgasms and have the power to grant or deny them is a heady feeling for both of us. You should try it sometime." And he winked. My heart was beating much faster. Never mind the blood pumping down in my dick.
"No. I am not into that." I said.
"Really? Stand up." He commanded in his gruff and gravelly voice and I immediately stood up. I don't know why but his hoarse voice goes straight to my dick, which is now tenting my lounge pants.
"See, you are very much interested. In this cock cage, and in all the things I do. You have been spying with more boldness each week. It is time you either come forward and accept your desires or step backward and go on lying to yourself." What? Stop spying? Those are the highlights of my weekends. No.
"No. I am a little interested, I agree, but... I... lock... how?" I am a little scared and more aroused about getting in with Mr. Hex in his activities.
Mr. Hex smirked and he looked very sexy right then. I have always had normal vanilla sex with my hookups, but I do want Mr. Hex. Maybe this is the chance where he is making a move. I want him but I don't know how to ask him and why would he be with a novice like me?
