A Changed Man - Chapter 7

Tie him up? Tie him up?! Hank felt that he was so untrustworthy not to touch that he needed to be tied?! This was outrageous. He was starting to get really angry, but then Maria spoke.

“I think it is a wonderful idea Tom,” she said, “we want to see you succeed in this, remember? It is not a matter of trust. We know that you wouldn’t intentionally break the terms of the bet. But this way, you don’t have to worry about making a mistake. The bet was to wear the cage for the month, so Hank doesn’t need to remove it at all, so it really isn’t a high price to pay for it, is it?”

She paused and then bit her lower lip before adding, “Besides, I like seeing men tied up…”

All of Tom’s anger melted away listening to and watching Maria speak. She presented it in such a way that it made so much sense. No, it wasn’t a high price and Hank was actually being very nice removing it at all. He hung his head, ashamed at the initial anger with Hank that he had felt. He was ready to agree, and that was before Maria said her last sentence. Just hearing her say that made his cock throb.

Hank saw Tom getting visibly angry at the requirement that he be tied before removing the cage. He was worried that he had damaged things way too much, but then Maria saved the day, just kind of rephrasing things and then adding some sex appeal for good measure. He watched the anger drain away from Tom in an instant and knew they had him. He made no move though until Tom spoke and agreed.

“I’m sorry Hank. I got angry at the suggestion, but you don’t have to take it off at all, unless I forfeit. It is very nice of you to offer. I…I am embarrassed, but I feel like just a little while out of the cage will help me. So I agree to your terms. Please,” Tom said, hanging his head.

Hank got up and placed a gentle hand on Tom’s shoulder before saying, “I understand Tom. This is hard to adjust to and I want to do what I can to help. I will be right back. Can you sit in the chair across from the couch?” he said gently and gave Tom’s shoulder a gentle squeeze of support before heading off to his room to grab a nice pair of fur lined leather cuffs that he had, and a short length of rope. He paused for a moment, and then grinning, grabbed two more lengths of rope.

Tom got up off of the couch and sat in the chair Hank had been in. It was a living room chair, but not a big one with big cushions. It placed him directly across from the couch, and Maria. He was blushing as he realized she was going to watch him get tied up and then have a perfect view as Hank took the cage off. Exposing himself to her again, and wearing what she was wearing. He just managed to look at her eyes, and they were sparkling and she gave him a reassuring and friendly smile. He was still embarrassed, but her smile at what he was willing to do gave him courage.

Hank’s empathy had helped a lot too. He wasn’t making an unreasonable demand and the hand on his shoulder had been appreciated.

Maria was fascinated at how well her words had worked, and really hoped that she could help Hank transfer this power that she seemed to hold over Tom to Hank. She was pretty sure that Hank had the right idea in being supportive and empathetic. Tom would need to learn that Hank provided comfort and direction. She fully planned on continuing to use her influence, but to direct it in ways that served what Hank was trying to do. Hopefully over time as Hank got more power and influence, her interference would be less needed. Even if not, she would use it for Hank’s benefit.

Tom started feeling more nervous though as Hank came back into the living room holding what looked like leather cuffs and some rope. Tom had never been restrained before and had no idea what it would be like to be helpless like that. Completely dependent on his roommates to let him go again. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust them not to, but still, it was a lot of control to give up.

But it meant getting the cage off, even temporarily, and that was worth it. Just to be able to be free of the confines of this cage, for just a little while, he thought would feel very, very good.

Hank came to Tom’s side and gently took his wrist. Tom cooperated while the supple leather was buckled around it. “How does that feel, it is not too tight is it?” Hank asked and Tom replied, “No, it feels fine. The fur is a nice touch…” a little nervously. Hank moved around to the other side and put the cuff around that wrist as well. The cuffs were about two inches wide and black supple and soft leather. Even without the fur lining they would probably be fairly comfortable. With the fur, even if his wrists were restrained tightly, it didn’t seem like they would cause much discomfort. Each cuff had two metal ‘D’ rings on it, presumably to attach them to something else. That must be what the rope was for. There were also clips on them.

Once the second cuff was buckled on, Hank gently took that wrist and asked, “I am going to secure them together behind the chair, okay?” Tom nodded and swallowed as his arm was bent behind the back of the chair. It didn’t hurt at all, but even that mild action made Tom start to feel a level of helplessness. That got worse as Hank reached around and took his other arm. Very quickly, they were buckled together and Tom was helpless.

Hank breathed out a sigh of relief at getting this far. He was trying to be so gentle so as to not spook poor Tom. He almost seemed to be trembling. But now that his wrists were cuffed together and he was helpless, Hank worked quickly now, looping a length of rope through the ‘D’ rings on both cuffs and then taking the other end of the rope and pulling it tight and tying it to the crossbar at the bottom of the back of the chair. So now, not only were Tom’s hands secured together, but both were secured to the chair and he wouldn’t be able to even get out of the chair.

Hank felt himself getting hard at having this control over Tom, and was extremely aroused by it. He hoped to get so much more, but even this much was fantastic. Hank had to the two other lengths of rope and moved to the front of the chair. He gently took one of Tom’s ankles and pulled it wider to the edge of that side of the chair and started to wrap rope around it.

“Wh-what…why are you tying my legs?” Tom asked nervously. He felt how helpless he already was.

Hank didn’t stop, now securing the first ankle to the chair leg at the corner. “Just making sure buddy, nothing to worry about.”

Tom didn’t fight it, but was practically panting when Hank grabbed his other ankle and pulled it wide to repeat the process.

Maria watched it all, her mouth open a little, as she breathed deeply with her excitement. Hank had taken a risk with the bondage to begin with, but with her help, had gotten Tom to agree. But the extra rope had been all Hank and it was brilliant, especially as he didn’t ask about the extra but just proceeded as if it was a given, and Tom was meekly going along! The cuffs together behind the back would have been enough, but Hank had then secured them to the chair, and now had Tom’s legs spread much wider than they normally would be and tied. Tom would be feeling very helpless indeed.

Hank now knelt between Tom’s widely spread legs and said, “Now we can see about the cage. You are doing great Tom. Just relax, I will take care of you. Can you lift your hips for me?”

Tom obediently lifted his hips and felt very embarrassed and self-conscious as Hank curled his fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants, and pulled them down, all the way below his knees, before how widely Tom’s legs were spread stopped them from going further. “If we do this again, may need to remove your pants first,” Hank mumbled and Tom wasn’t even sure what to think about that. At the moment, he wasn’t even sure of this first time.

Hank reached into his pants and pulled out the key, and Tom’s eyes locked on it. Hank could see Tom was ready to burst and he smiled with such enjoyment at the control as he reached for the cage, put the key in the lock, and turned it…