Date: Fri, 03 Sep 2021 23:21:38 +0000
From: S. G. Wolf <wolfsg@protonmail.com>
Subject: Mr. Hex and Ace - Chapter 1

Mr. Hex and Ace - Chapter 1

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?
"Tell you what, we'll start simple. I have a spare plastic cock cage in
the dungeon. You'll wear it today and you can watch me and Jerry in my
bedroom. You'll have the key. If you can last locked till he leaves and
obey simple commands, I'll remove it and jerk you off. How does it
sound?" Mr. Hex jerking me off. My dick twitches. Watching him and Jerry
play. It twitches again. Assisting him in his bedroom. My dick aches and
feels constricted by trousers. Oh, yes. Just thinking about them is
enough to make me fully aroused. A few strokes and I can come now. Maybe
I will rub one out in my room in a few minutes and have another by the
man who stars frequently in my dreams.
"It sounds good, Mr. Hex. I'll see you when he arrives." I said and
started towards the stairs so I could quickly get to my room. Mr. Hex
laughed and I stopped in my tracks.
"You are not jerking off, Ace. Especially not now that you have agreed to
hand me the control of my dick to me."
"Your dick?" I ask, confused. And a little more aroused. I can see a wet
spot forming in front of my grey lounge pants. His dick. Going by how fit
and muscular he looks even in his 30s, my imagination only makes my
already hard cock pulse again. I need to relieve myself quickly.
"Yes, mine. It is no longer your dick to touch, to control. It is mine."
I whimper and my dick twitches. And he smiles.
"It is mine to touch, squeeze, or stroke." Now, I don't think I can it
control any longer and I palm my groin.
"Na, nah. No touching what's mine without my permission, Ace. Where are
your manners?" Mr. Hex asks. I cannot think anymore. I need some
friction. I have never been this aroused without touching myself or
without watching something. I want it. I need to touch myself.
"Please, Mr. Hex. Can I touch my dick?" I ask. I don't know how those
words slipped from my mouth. And why do those words make me more excited
and aroused? The idea of this strong and sexy man being in control of my
pleasure seems very enticing.
"Good boy." Mr. Hex says and I almost came from the pleasure and I
quickly give myself a stroke from the outside. A moan escapes from my
mouth. This feels good. Very good. Before I could continue, Mr. Hex
grasps my wrist and stops me. I did not even notice him move.
"I did not give you my permission, Ace. I praised you because you asked
properly. But you are disappointing me by stroking yourself without my
permission." Oh. I feel sad and disappointed now. From displeasing him?
Or from not being allowed to touch myself? I can no longer tell. All I
can think about is this man in front of me and my hard-on, and the
anticipation of tonight.
"You need to be locked in now. I have to protect what's mine. You want
that right, Ace? To belong to me? To be controlled by me? To please me
and be rewarded later?"
"Yes." I sigh. I don't which question I answered. Or why. My brain seems
to have stopped working this evening.
"Very good. Now you strip your t-shirt and pants, fold them in the neat
pile and kneel by the sofa. I'll bring the cage. I expect you remember
the pose from all the covert glances you caught from my partners."
I feel embarrassed from being reminded and flush; excited about getting
the night started. Why do his questions seem to only have the answer yes?
"Yes, sir." I say and start removing my clothes. After placing them in a
neat pile on the table, I kneel on the fur carpet, with my hand clasped
behind me, body straight, head bowed and my knees spread apart. My hard
dick points straight away from my body.
"Good boy." Mr. Hex says while ruffling my hair and I feel a little
happy. He circles around me and claps his fingers from one hand around my
cock.
"Such a good boy, following orders without questioning." Mr. Hex says and
starts a slow motion with his fingers and slides them down and up once on
my dick. His long and solid fingers, his firm grip, his deliberate
movements have me moaning.
"Thank you, sir." I say, more than happy. I might be getting an orgasm
after all before getting locked.
"You'll obey my commands, Ace?" One more firm stroke.
"Yes, sir." I say, so he may continue instead of stopping for every
stroke.
"You'll address me as Sir." One more stroke.
"Yes, Sir." I say, not caring if it was a question or command. Just
continue. Please.
"You will stay locked up for me?" One more stoke. One more "Yes, Sir."
"You will give over the control of your dick to me? To do as I please?."
One more stroke. My "Yes, S.." is stopped in the middle as he does not
stop this time but continues stroking me.
"Anything. Yours, Sir. It is yours." I say as he continues stroking me up
and down at the same pace. But I don't care, my pleasure is building. I
can feel my orgasm coming, it is only a few strokes away. I shamelessly
moan as Sir firms his grip some more and quickens his pace.
"Then I'll lock you up now, and we'll see if you deserve your reward. An
orgasm." Orgasm. Yes, yes. Want it. I need it.
"Yes, yes, yes!" I scream as a tingling sensation starts building up from
my spine and my legs start to stiffen. But before the feeling can
continue through my body and wash over me, Sir removes his hands and
steps back. What? No! I can feel myself slipping back from the edge. Just
a stoke or two. I need just a stroke. I pant.
"Please, Sir. Please." I say and look up at Sir's smirking face.
"Good. Not only do you agree to be locked in now, but are begging for it.
Such a good boy. Stay here while I bring the cage and don't touch it. You
don't want to disobey me, do you?"
"No, Sir." I am still panting heavily as Sir takes the stairs. I calm
down a little and I am confused by my feelings, the questions, and the
answers. I go through them now once since the haze has lifted a little
and I don't know what to make of them. I notice my dick now, red at the
head, a string of precum dripping down from the slit, and think how I was
about to almost get off but now will be locked in a cock cage. Just the
thought alone has my deflating cock once again rising and pulsing. I try
to control my breathing as I want this to happen. Anything to happen.
Ugh. My skin feels stretched and I want to jerk off so badly but also
want to please Sir. And why am I still referring to Mr. Hex as Sir? I
start taking deep breaths to calm down.
Mr. Hex comes down the stairs and I focus on his chest. He has taken off
his tank top and is now wearing only his cargo shorts, low on his hips.
Based upon the skin visible there and his V-shaped abdomen, he is not
wearing anything underneath.
He kneels and starts wiping my cock with a cold clean cloth and I wince a
little. That's how it is going to fit in the cage. Huh. I am still
focused on the hard muscles of his chest while he explains about the ring
going below my balls and cock. I desire to lick the groove between his
hard pectorals while he gets my dick into the transparent tube-like
structure with vents and holes on it. I feel as if everything is
happening from somewhere far away. I feel a little dazed. His strong
hands move very skillfully as he locks me. The sound of the lock snaps me
out of my daze and I look down at my caged member. And then towards a
very pleased-looking Mr. Hex. He then pulls me forward for a very simple
kiss. I lean forward a little to catch him again and kiss him properly,
but he moves back, away from me. I have lusted after him for a long time
and I want my fill. The kiss was ... not ... full and hard? Where is my
brain?
"Patience, Ace. Have patience. You'll have more kisses when you join me
and Jerry, later. You should have patience. You'll learn to have
patience. You have already started." And he smiles. It feels weird. Good
kind of weird to know that he is smiling because of me.
Mr. Hex stands and ruffles my sweaty hairs and I lean into his hand. Why
am I doing this? What happened to my shyness? How I am being so forward?
Mr. Hex places a key on my clothes and goes back to finishing his cold
dinner.
"You did good, Ace. Very good. Get dressed and finish your dinner. You'll
need the strength if you still want to continue with our little plan. You
have the key. It's your decision to please yourself or letting me
pleasure you. Get up now." My brain still feels a little fuddled and I
feel a little giddy as I dress and pocket the small key. As I sit and
start eating dinner, my focus once again goes to his silver chain on his
bare muscular torso and the silver key which is resting now in the groove
between his pecs. The key looks much sturdy than the one I have. I numbly
eat my dinner as I am still staring at the key on his chest, or staring
at the chest beside the key. Or the biceps that bulge and contract as he
moves the food around in the plate. Imagining those hands moving my body.
Moving Jerry around, when he will come. Come. I giggle a little and wish
he'll come soon. Come. Hehe. But knowing Mr. Hex, Jerry will arrive at 7
P.M. sharp. Around 90 minutes to wait. I sigh.

S.G. Wolf
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