It is 7 P.M. and Jerry has arrived. Since Mr. Hex locked me in the plastic cage, I have spent the last one and half hours in pleasurable agony. Agony, because every time I got aroused, my cock tried to harden, but it could not. The cock cage was small. The fact it could not harden and Mr. Hex was in the control made me more aroused. I tried distracting my mind, but as time passed, I got more excited and aroused. Despite the inability to harden, the pain was pleasurable. Thinking about Jerry being locked for a whole week was sending more blood downwards. Jerry must be thinking about Mr. Hex all day long, every day of the week. His locked cock cage - a constant reminder. The thought makes me imagine how it would be if Mr. Hex locked me too after the night, for the entire week. I don't think I could handle it. Not the fact that I would be locked, but the one that if it were to happen, I would be aware of being locked all the time and it would be too much arousing to focus on anything else. And then in turn a little painful. And as with my very recent experience of being locked for around one and a half hours, I have found that I do like a little bit of pain. It is pleasurable.
Mr. Hex and Jerry are talking inside the bedroom and I was asked to remain outside until called. Mr. Hex has asked if I was comfortable touching Jerry and being touched by both of them. I had only nodded repeatedly. Jerry was good-looking but somewhat younger than me. He is more of a twink. Curly black hair, a slim body, and black eyes. I had told Mr. Hex that I was ready for everything and anything, provided we played safe. I had had my share of threesomes. Although, not with such good-looking and kinky men.
"Ace come inside." Mr. Hex called, although I should now refer to him as Sir.
I had seen him in his attire a few minutes ago, but I could not get enough. He had removed his cargo shorts and wore a pair of tight-fitting black leather pants. He did not bother wearing anything else. He still has the thin silver chain around his neck, with the key nestled in the groove between his hard pecs. With the black stubble on the strong jaw and his muscular torso on display, he looks so damn good.
Jerry is kneeling on the bed and had already removed his clothes. He has a steel cock cage which looks very strong and scary. I have the plastic one and I am sure that with a moderate amount of pressure I could crack and remove it, without the key. But looking at Jerry's cock cage, it looks final. He has no control, Sir holds the key, and I find that very arousing. My plastic cock cage, which felt like the most wonderful and kinky toy a few hours ago, now feels like an illusion of Sir's control. I want to give Sir full control, I want the real deal. A cage I could not open or remove, only Sir could. When and if he wants to open it. I shudder in pleasure. I'll ask about it if I could gather the courage.
"Strip and kneel beside Jerry, Ace." Sir says and I obey. Is he going to treat us both the same? How fun that would be. To be an equal participant rather than a spectator.
I climb up on the bed and kneel next to Jerry. He is shorter than me. I see that the sheets have been changed on the bed and the room is every bit as clean and organized as it was the last time I spied on them.
Sir came forward and started kissing Jerry. I am just inches away from their faces and can see everything. Sir's scruff rubs on Jerry's clean shaved jaw as he tilts and kisses him harder. Jerry moans around the slopping noises as they kiss and lap at each other's tongues. I feel myself hardening in my cock cage and it is painful yet pleasurable. How can I find that arousing?
Sir moves and now stands in front of me. I remember him promising me kisses tonight and seeing his recent display, I am hungry for them. He leans forward and starts kissing me. It starts simple and then he presses harder. He demands entry inside with his tongue and I welcome him with a moan. This is more passionate than any kiss I had before. More demanding. And as I feel my cock fighting against his cage, I moan louder and grab his face and lean forward, deepening the kiss.
Suddenly he moves away and tuts.
"You take what I give you, Ace. And nothing more. I know what my boys need and when. You saw Jerry. He was in position the entire time." Mr. Hex says and moves back to kissing Jerry.
I feel his loss and look at myself. I am at the very edge of the bed and had used my hands to hold his head. Meanwhile, Jerry is still kneeling with knees apart, hands clasped behind his back, moaning while Sir kisses him passionately. I hate Jerry. I huff and move back in position. Sir had called them my boys. I smile as I recall it.
Soon they are both panting and Sir pushes Jerry backward. Jerry understands it as a command and moves to the center of the bed and lays on his back with his knees folded and grasping them with his hands. Presenting his hole on display. Sir looks appreciatively at him and moves to pick something from the drawer.
I so want to be in Jerry's place right now. I want Mr. Hex's attention on me. I think of copying his pose but Sir has not given me any command and I don't want to disappoint him again. Definitely not in front of Jerry who smirked and looked very gleeful when Sir broke his kiss with me very soon and rewarded Jerry with another. Jerry. Ugh.
Sir sits in front of Jerry and swipes his finger around his hole. Jerry moans at the contact. I am still kneeling at the edge of the bed in my position and can hardly look back with the head turned.
"Such a pretty hole, waiting to be filled by Sir." Sir says as he circles Jerry's pucker and I can see the need in Jerry's eyes.
"All locked up and primed for today. Did anybody enter here, Jerry? Since you were locked?" Sir asks and pumps lube from a bottle and coats his fingers generously.
"No Sir. No one. I followed your orders, Sir. I fingered myself daily but did not get off. No one fucked me since you last Saturday. Please, Sir. I have waited too long." Jerry says and I am a little shocked. How can he get off while locked? And he fingers himself daily. Oh, god. I cannot imagine the pleasure of fingering yourself and not being allowed to get off. Fingering while locked. If I were not locked I would have rub one off imagining poor Jerry, locked in his cage, fingering himself, fucking on his fingers but stopping before it gets too much. Can he get off while locked?
Apparently, Sir saw my face and he smirked at me.
