Monday
"I love these curtains."
Brett was going away for the week. It had been so long since he'd been home to Cornwall, and he was feeling a lot better about visiting his mum, now that Darren had finally let him out of the chastity cage.
"Thanks, I just got them."
Rebecca was in town for her company's SKO. She couldn't drive and Brett's house happened to be a short walk from the industrial estate where her offices were located; closer than the nearest hotel, and cheaper to rent.
Alex couldn't drive either, but he insisted on tagging along all the same. He'd recently been optimised out of his job when his ex-company needed to tighten its belt, and now he found himself in a job market that wasn't buying what he was selling. It's this economy, you know?
If Becca was being honest, she would have preferred Alex stay at home - what was he even going to do all day while she was at work? But Alex had been spending too much time at home, and the thought of being alone in those four walls was giving him lockdown flashbacks. And so, he explained, he would come along for moral support; by which he meant Becca supporting his morals.
"Okay, I'm going to head out," said Brett. "You have my number, so if you need anything don't hesitate to call!"
Becca thought Brett was sweet. Alex thought the same, but not in a good way.
Tuesday
"Okay, behave yourself while I'm at work. This is someone else's home, remember."
Alex rolled his eyes. What did she think he was going to do - throw a mid-day rager? Chew the furniture?
Becca had no idea what he was going to do. That's what made her nervous. "We should be finishing around six."
"Uh-huh." Alex was barely listening. Brett's bed was too soft for Alex, and he'd had trouble sleeping. His bowl of Frosties had all the attention he could muster.
"Love you," said Becca as she headed out the door.
"Yeah."
The door slammed shut. And with that, Alex was alone.
He hadn't brought his laptop. Too heavy to be carried across the country on public transport. He was now regretting that choice. The daytime TV was dire, but at least it made the house feel less empty. And you can only spend so many hours doomscrolling before you start to feel like the evolution of intelligent life on Earth might not have been such a good idea. He thought about jerking off. Anything to pass the time.
Since being unemployed, Alex had a lot of time on his hands. He was often bored. And so, he would take every opportunity he could find to have sex with Becca. But lately he found she was always too busy with work, or shopping, or boring household chores. These felt to Alex like poor excuses, and he was starting to feel like she just wasn't interested. After all, who would want to have sex with an unemployed loser, he thought.
In truth, the thought of having sex in someone else's house - in someone else's bed - made Becca feel kind of weird. It just didn't feel appropriate. And besides, her mind was focused on the presentation she would have to make today. The thought of standing up in front of the whole team and talking about how AI was going to maximise revenue (a claim that Becca herself was skeptical of) was stressing her out. In truth, Alex had barely crossed her mind.
And now she was at the office giving the dreaded presentation, and Alex was bored again. It was now around three, and Alex was starting to think that maybe he should have stayed home after all. At least there he would have his xbox for company. He considered going out, but there wasn't much in the area. There was a lake he could maybe have a walk around? He wasn't really in the mood for exercise.
He paced about the house, idly touching things, opening cabinets. In a spare room he found shelves full of identical looking paperbacks, with really long titles about being reborn in other worlds. He picked one up and realised it was actually a comic book, except it seemed a bit backwards. Besides, the plot seemed to Alex rather far-fetched. After reading a couple of volumes, he moved on.
In Brett's bedroom, Alex started poking around in draws, rifling through the wardrobe. Hung in a dark corner of the wardrobe were some women's clothes - short skirts and baby tees, and a pink dress. This struck Alex as odd. There were no other signs of Brett having a girlfriend, and if Alex was being honest, he was pretty sure Brett didn't swing that way. Well whoever this girlfriend was, she must be very slutty, he thought. Alex started to fantasise about Becca wearing something like that. Maybe he'd ask her. But he already knew she'd say no. He sighed.
Just then, something else caught his eye - a non-descript, plastic box; nonchalant amongst shoe boxes and empty laptop packaging, and yet strangely alluring. He had to open it.
Becca's presentation had gone down a storm. The CFO couldn't say enough about what great work it was, and how AI truly was going to transform the company - and perhaps even the world as we know it! Becca was just glad it was over. Now she could just sit at the back of the room and space out. She wondered what Alex was up to right now. She felt a strange unease.
Alex's first reaction upon opening the box was to giggle like a school girl who had just found a dirty word in the dictionary. But as he picked through all the ropes and chains and leather, his brain was bubbling with ideas; and something was starting to swell between his legs.
Alex pulled a pair of handcuffs from the box. They reminded him of a pair he had as a kid, with the little safety latch on the side. He slapped them around one of his wrists, the metal arm swinging round and catching him. He squeezed the cuff tight until it almost hurt, then pulled the latch, letting the lever arm swing free.
He cuffed both his hands in front and walked about the house, picking things up in his linked hands, and putting them back down; awkwardly taking a drink from his large mug of tea. He switched his hands around behind his back, imagining he'd been arrested for some... sexy crime; like an assassination, or embezzlement (and he'd do it again!).
He sat on Brett's bed, noticing the thick wooden poles rising at each corner of the bed. Maybe, he thought, if he were to strip naked, handcuff himself to the bed, present himself to Becca like a sexy gift... how could she refuse something like that?
He picked out a second set of handcuffs. These ones didn't have a safety latch, so he'd need a key. He rummaged around in the toybox and found buried at the bottom a small, black metal box labelled 'KEYS'. Hmm... No, he thought. Best to stick with safety cuffs. He wanted to be able to let himself out if there was an emergency or something. He certainly didn't want to risk dropping a key and ending up stuck.
It was 5:53. Becca's meetings should be finishing at six, and it would take her maybe 10 minutes to walk back. 6:15, or if they went long maybe 6:30 at the latest. The time was right.
His body started to tingle as he undressed. Was he really going to do this? It really was a little weird doing this in someone else's house. And what if Brett came back early and found him like that? No, he assured himself, that didn't make sense. Becca was going to be the one to find him and she was going to love it.
He laid on the bed, flat on his back, his cock standing to attention. Alex wondered if Brett might have any ribbon; he could tie a little bow around his cock and make himself a real gift. No. That was too silly. And anyway, what guy just has ribbon lying around.
He put on the cuffs, one around each wrist. Then reaching his arms towards the corners of the bed, he wrapped the open end of the left cuff around the bed post. His heart was racing. Even knowing he'd be able to let himself out, a part of him couldn't help feeling nervous. Slowly he squeezed the cuff, hearing the click-click-click of the ratchet.
The thrill was overwhelming. He was sorely tempted to jerk himself off with his still-free right hand and leave it at that. Becca didn't have to know. She wouldn't know about any of this. But no, he thought, forcing his hand to wrap the right cuff around the bedpost, this was going to be so much better. His cock seemed to throb with every metallic click, as he slowly surrendered himself to Becca. The prize was going to be so sweet.
Now he just had to wait.
Becca might have told Alex it was peer-pressure, but that wasn't exactly it. She felt bad about leaving him alone when he'd already been on his own all day. But she hadn't seen some of her coworkers in almost a year and she was eager to catch up. And Gary from Marketing had assured her that the place they were going to did a fantastic pad thai.
to: Alex: going out with the team. sry you'll have to make your own dinner
Alex heard his phone buzz on the bedside table. He glanced over, but from his position he couldn't get a good look at it before the screen went black. She's probably running late, he thought. He didn't mind waiting a little longer; his eye was set firmly on the prize, and it was going to be so worth it.
But then, time does seem to drag when you're just lying there, starting at the ceiling. Alex felt as if he'd been laid there for hours, and he could feel an ache creeping into his bladder. His erection had long since melted away, and he was starting to feel like maybe this was a dumb idea. He should probably check what Becca had actually texted, anyway.
He twisted his hand about in the cuff, trying to get a good angle, trying to find the safety latch. He would let himself out, use the bathroom, check his phone, and maybe lock himself up again after, if he was still in the mood. If only he could find that latch. He slid his thumb, tracing the outline of the cuff, trying to feel for the notch. He definitely picked out the cuffs with the latch, he was sure of it. He was pretty sure of it.
He tried the other hand. Why couldn't he feel the damn thing? He tried to turn his head to look, but he was buried in the feather and down pillow, the edges rising at the sides of his face like blinders. He felt a panic starting to sear in his chest. He absolutely picked out the safety cuffs. He specifically picked them so he wouldn't get stuck. He wasn't stuck. He couldn't be stuck. His hands were shaking. He started thrashing, desperately pulling at his hands.
He wasn't stuck.
It was another hour before the front door opened. The door slammed, jerking Alex back to the present. Becca was home. It was... Becca, right? Or who else could it be?
"I'm up here," Alex called out, "I've got a surprise for you!"
No response. He heard heavy, irregular footsteps moving up the stairs, getting closer. His heart was racing again. This was it. He could feel his cock stiffening at the anticipation. He tried to glance at the door, but still couldn't see past the pillow. The door opened...
Becca stood in the doorway, mouth open, staring at Alex. She was blinking hard, unsure if she was dreaming. She glanced around the room. She saw the open wardrobe, and the box of metal and leather. And she saw Alex. A smile crept across her face.
"Naughty boy. You've been snooping in other people's business."
Alex heard the subtle slurring in Becca's voice and realised - she hadn't been working late after all. He'd tried to give her this sexy surprise, and she was out drinking and having fun, all while he was trapped here all alone. Between that and his bladder, he was short on patience.
"Could you just let me--"
"No." She interrupted. "Mummy's going to punish you, naughty boy."
Alex felt a jolt through his heart. What did she mean by 'punish'?
She slid off her cardigan, clumsily hanging it up in the wardrobe, then unbuttoned and rolled up the sleeves of her blouse. She clutched his cock, casually stroking it, almost mesmerised by it. Somehow she wasn't so concerned about whether this was appropriate anymore. This was what she wanted now.
"Did you bring condoms?" she asked.
Alex tried to focus. His gamble had paid off and he was thrilled. "Back... no, side pocket of my rucksack."
Becca let go of his cock, giving it a little pat, like she was petting a puppy, and whispered to it, "don't go anywhere." She rummaged through both side pockets of his rucksack, finally finding the condoms in the back pocket. She held one up in the air triumphant, "here it is!" She roughly tore open the wrapper, pulling out the rubber, and carelessly tossing the wrapper away. She climbed up onto the bed, kneeling on top of Alex. She positioned the rubber with an intense focus, and stroked it down the length of his cock. "Good," she said, giving it a little kiss, "good boy."
Becca rolled onto her back, beside Alex. She lifted her hips and reached under her skirt, peeling down her tights and panties, dropping them in a tangled ball at the foot of the bed. She climbed back onto Alex, crawling up him, until they were almost face to face. She rose to her knees, her skirt sliding up her thighs as she straddled him. She held his cock upright between her legs. And she mounted him.
Alex winced as she pushed herself down onto him hard. She braced herself with her hands on his chest. She raised her hips, and slammed back down on him in a syncopated rhythm, without much care for what it was doing to Alex.
"Hey, you're being a little rough."
"Shu-sh-shh," she pressed a finger against his mouth, "don't distract mummy."
After spending all her time with work and taking care of Alex, Becca needed this. She deserved it. She glanced back to where she'd pulled off her tights. She grabbed her panties and balled them up, pushing them messily into Alex's mouth. He tried to protest, but only made an embarrassing, muffled moan. And as his saliva soaked into the soft fabric, he could taste her wetness. It was intoxicating.
Becca continued her rough ride, lost in a haze of alcohol and pleasure, drunk on the euphoria building inside of her. She really did need this, and Alex's chest, the ripple of his abs, the way his out-stretched arms outlined his biceps and exaggerated his shoulders; and something in the way he winced. He was like a caged beast. Despite his restraints, he looked so powerful - like when she'd first fallen for him.
Alex was almost embarrassed to admit that her work outfit was kind of doing it for him, like a cliche of a sexy secretary. The pink bra peeking out of her loosely opened blouse, the way her skirt revealed a seductive glimpse of her bare thighs. The professional make-up betrayed by her flushed cheeks, and her straightened hair made messy by her movements. The look of concentration on her face.
The brutality of her movements weren't bothering Alex anymore. He might even have been enjoying it. The sensation was so intense, he... "Oh yeah," he mumbled into the panties. He... "Oh... fuck," he moaned as his cum filled the condom.
"No!" Becca commanded. She was so close to the edge, "I'm not done with you."
She redoubled her efforts, battering Alex as she raced for release against his softening cock. Alex looked up at her, his eyes almost begging. She turned away, gripping her hand over his face to cover his eyes. Just a few more seconds. Her moans increased in pitch, until she reached the peak. She was panting, letting out little sighs, as the orgasm tingled across every inch of her body.
She deserved this.
Still on top of Alex, Becca dropped her hands down onto the bed. She pulled the panties from his mouth and kissed him, almost missing his lips. "Thank you," she whispered.
"So, um," not that Alex was complaining but, "could you help me get out now? There should be a latch on the side. I think."
Becca grabbed his right arm with both hands, trying to pull his wrist towards her. When it wouldn't budge, she instead moved closer to it, sliding off of Alex, until her nose was almost pressed against the cuff. "I see you," she muttered, catching the latch with a long black finger nail. And just like that, the cuff slid free from the bed post. Having successfully completed her task, Becca dropped onto the bed beside him.
Once Alex had freed his left hand, he sprung out of bed. He desperately pulled that wretched metal from his wrists, lobbing the cuffs back at the toy box, then rushed to the bathroom. Relieved, he came back to the bedroom, ready to give Becca an ear-full; only to find her curled up on top of the bed, still dressed, fast asleep.
His stomach growled. Becca could wait, he supposed. In the kitchen he checked the fridge, the cupboards. He sat down on the sofa, and turned on the TV. There was nothing good on, but that didn't matter. He shoved his hand into the box of Frosties and grabbed himself a fistful.
She could wait.