Date: Thu, 24 Jun 2021 12:07:31 -0700 From: Phil Satyr Subject: Put A Ring On It part 1 Jody had been hired as Mr. Wyler's houseboy and valet for a month when one morning Mr. Wyler told him he was giving Jody a new responsibility. "You've shown a good sense of responsibility so far, Jody," he said. "Thank you, Sir." "I have a new set of tasks for you to include in your repertoire." "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," Jody replied. Mr. Wyler removed a key from his set and unlocked an elegant leather satchel. He handed the key to Jody with a smile. "From now on, you will care for and maintain the contents of this bag." "Yes, Sir." Mr. Wyler then walked out of the room. "I'll be on the terrace. After you examine the contents, you will make note of them and see if any maintenance is required. Memorize each item and keep a tally." "Very good, Sir," Jody said with a nod. He felt grateful for the additional duty. Jody put the key on his keyring and opened the satchel. It was made of finely tooled black leather and felt smooth and sensual to his fingers. When he saw what was inside he gasped and felt his heart begin to speed up its pace. His trembling fingers began to remove items form the bag. The first was a small black velvet pouch which felt heavy in his hand. He carefully opened the drawstring and again gasped. It was a silvery metal ring with two large metal balls or beads at the point where the ring was open. Jody licked his dry lips. He knew immediately it was a cockring that fitted just beneath the glans of Mr. Wyler's cock. Jody's forefinger traced the circle and rubbed over the metal beads. He felt his own dick stir in his trousers as he held the ring, knowing where it had been. He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to picture Mr. Wyler's cockhead slipping through the ring's width. His shoulders trembled and he tried to calm his breathing. He looked to make sure he was alone and then let out a soft whisper. "Fuuuuck," he said. "Sir's cockring." He suddenly noticed that his own dick was growing harder the longer he held the ring. He licked his lips again and sat down on the edge of the bed. His mind kept imagining Sir's cock as he would put the ring on; the shaft growing longer and thicker and the head bulging above the metal circle, the beads pressing against the sensitive points just under Sir's cockhead. Jody's heart beat faster and faster as he continued to imagine...a bead of precum oozing from the slit. "Fuuuuck," he whispered again. Jody couldn't help but be impressed by his employer's collection of cockrings, ball-stretchers, and other fetish items in the elegant black leather satchel. Some were metal, others were of leather, and still others of some rubbery, stretchy material. He noted there were also some hoods of lather and spandex, a large selection of lubricants, and other items. He made a mental inventory as he examined them and put them all back in the satchel again and locked it. His white khakis pants had grown much tighter and now clearly outlined his erect dick and ball sack. There was also a large wet spot just where the swollen head of his dick lay against his right thigh. He was just thinking he'd better change his pants when he heard Mr. Wyler calling from the terrace. "Jody! Bring me a coffee refill now." Jody shuddered and hurried to the kitchen for the coffee pot. In his haste he momentarily forgot how his pants looked as he went out to the terrace to refill his employer's coffee cup. He could immediately feel Mr. Wyler's eyes looking at his pants. He tried to hide everything with the coffee pot. "Hmm. Well, Jody..." "I am so sorry, Sir," Jody stammered. "Don't apologize, Jody. I expected there would be some reaction. That's a good and appropriate reaction. That looks like a lot of precum." "Sir, I...I..." "It's fine, Jody. I can see my...collection made an impression on you." "Well, Sir..." Jody felt his face blush hotly. "In case you had a good reaction, I ordered these for you, Jody." Mr. Wyler removed a box from his coat pocket and handed it to Jody. As Jody opened the box, he saw a thick black donut-shaped cockring and a smaller metal one, identical to the silvery, beaded ring he had first seen in the satchel. "Put them on, Jody." "Sir, I..." "Don't dither, Jody. Pull down your pants and put them on. Now." "Yes, Sir," Jody said quietly. He unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down to the ground. His erect dick sprang up and out, strings of sticky precum coated the head and his thigh. He swallowed hard and opened the packaging. "The large one goes around your dick and ball sack. I think you know ehere the smaller one goes." Jody stretched the rubbery donut ring and flinched as he felt it tighten around the base of his shaft and his balls. The metal beaded ring barely fit around and beneath the head of his dick and the two beads pressed tightly at the most sensitive spots. When he was done, it felt incredible and his fingertips were wet and sticky with precum. "That's fine, Jody," Mr. Wyler said with a nod. "Now pull up your pants. That will be all for now." Jody fastened his belt buckle and nodded as he started to walk away. He felt more precum ooze from his dickhead. "Oh, one more thing, Jody," Mr Wyler said. "Mrs. Francis and her...her husband...will be here for dinner at 8:00 o'clock. I left a menu note on the kitchen counter. Order from Bistro 99 on Doordash." "Yes, Sir," Jody replied. With every step he was very aware of the constrictions on his dick and balls. He had to admit it felt amazing. "Fuuuuuck," he whispered in his mind.