by Lily Harlem
Can we plan our next date for Saturday?
Rhodri typed straight back.
Perfect. What did you have in mind?
He shoved his arms into his blazer then pulled his charger from the socket. Didn’t want to forget that.
We rushed dinner. I know a great little fish restaurant. I’ll pick you up and we’ll take our time?
Rhodri laughed. “Pick me up, what from Wales?” I can catch the train. Meet you in London?
His phone beeped again within less than a minute.
The restaurant isn’t in London. I’ll pick you up from Cardiff airport. Go to the Signature lounge.
Rhodri frowned at the screen. Cardiff airport? What on earth was Darius talking about, and what was the Signature lounge? He guessed he’d find out.
Okay. What time?
He slipped his phone away. He’d just go with it for now. Let his sub have his fun. Soon he’d have Darius trussed up, his skin pink, and him begging for release. Likely it was a restaurant near the airport. It was by the coast, after all. Plenty of fresh fish to be had.
Be there at eleven in the morning, Sir.
Rhodri grabbed his overnight bag then headed out of the hotel room. He had six days until he’d see Darius again, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t have contact. Oh no, he intended to tease him until he was insane with need, frantic with want and knowing there was only one person up to the job of satisfying him.
Chapter Three
The train was quiet, which is what Rhodri had hoped when he’d booked it in the middle of the day. He had a nice seat away from other passengers and against the window.
He kept his phone in his hand, desperate to hear from Darius when the gift arrived. The anticipation of it, wondering about the reaction it would get, was enough to give him a semi as the train raced past fields and woodlands heading west.
Eventually, as they pulled out of Bristol Parkway, his phone lit up with a new message.
It’s here, Sir.
Rhodri smiled.
And have you put it on?
The reply was quick.
Not yet. There was a pause before Darius text again. Not quite sure how to…
Rhodri smiled.
I’m sure it came with instructions. Most male chastity devices do.
He thought of the sleek silver horn that would contain Darius’ penis until they were together again. He’d be able to pee okay, and apart from perhaps not sleeping on his stomach, it wouldn’t give him any problems. Unless of course he decided to masturbate, because then the frustration of not being able to get to his member, the discomfort of a swelling erection contained in metal casing, might just drive him crazy with longing.
Just open it up and slip it on. Remember to lock it then send me the key.
He hit send then typed again.
And send the key soon because if I don’t have it by Saturday I won’t be able to release you and allow you some fun.
There was no reply. Rhodri stared out of the window. Had he pushed Darius too far? Male chastity wasn’t for everyone. If he was a serial masturbator it might prove too much. It might tip him over the edge. But if he were a horny sub who wanted to hand his pleasure over to his new Master then it was the perfect game to heighten his arousal.
And damn, the thought of owning him that way sure as hell heightened Rhodri’s arousal. It sent it rocketing into the damn sky.
A sudden windy bang rattled around the train as they headed into a tunnel. Rhodri set his head back and closed his eyes. He blew out a long, low breath, emptying his lungs. Hopefully when the train emerged from the darkness and signal returned to his phone he’d have received an answer one way or the other from Darius.
The clack-clack, clack-clack of the rocking train held him suspended for a few minutes, then with another gush of noise daylight streamed into the carriage once more.
Instantly his phone beeped. It was an image.
Rhodri hit open.
His stomach tightened. His heart clattered. He glanced around, double-checking no one was nearby.
They weren’t.
Darius had sent a photograph of himself, naked except for the silver-coloured chastity device. It was a thing of beauty on him and Rhodri wondered at how perfect he looked in it. Darius’ skin was pale, a few thready veins evident on his hips, his belly flat but with a hint of muscle and a sprinkle of light brown body hair. His pecs were small but defined, and the hollow of his throat appeared the ideal spot for kissing, snuggling against.
Rhodri smoothed his finger over the picture, zooming in. He wanted to see it all, every tiny detail, and not miss a thing.
He studied Darius’ wrists; slender, fine, ideal for a set of handcuffs. Between his left thumb and index finger he held the key, in his right hand he held his phone facing a mirror.
Rhodri moved up to Darius’ face and got closer still.
There was a sexy defiance in his eyes. The tilt of his lips said he was enjoying the game, how he appeared in his reflection…how he felt.
With a chuckle Rhodri wondered how much he’d enjoy it when his cute cock bloated in the device and pushed against the metal. Would it be so much fun then? Oh, but the relief when it was removed. How good it would feel to release the tension, allow the need to be fulfilled, be stroked, massaged, pumped to climax.
Rhodri saved the image then went back to his messages.
Is it locked in place?
Yes.
Good. It suits you.
Thank you, Sir. The key will be in the post by the end of the day.
I’ll let you know when I receive it.
And then I’ll tease you some more. Build the tension.
Rhodri typed again.
That’s when you’ll hear from me next, when I get the key. Until then, be good.
I don’t have much choice.
Rhodri smiled and put his phone away. That was it for now. He had to be strong. Much as he wanted to play with his sub’s mind, his role as Dominant required him to keep some distance at this point. He needed to let Darius stew for a while, conjure up fantasies and ideas about what they’d do together, what Rhodri would do to him.
*****
Two days later Rhodri was at work. The site he was managing was high in the hills behind Swansea and had amazing views down to the distant coastline. The sun was shining, though there’d been a thick frost on the ground when he’d arrived at eight o’clock that morning.
He’d just finished a meeting in the Portakabin with the architect. Everyone was happy with how the old farmhouse was being renovated and his team were bang on schedule.
The architect’s car crunched over gravel and splashed through a muddy puddle as he left the site. Rhodri watched him leave and as always, as soon as he was alone his thoughts turned to Darius.
He decided to stay in the warm and have a hot drink before heading out to help with the roof struts on the west side of the build.
After flicking on the kettle he pulled out his phone. It was time to check up on his sub. The key has arrived. After typing the brief message he hit send and smiled to himself. Tucked safely in his wallet was the small silver key he’d need on Saturday.
The water came to the boil and he poured it into a mug with Builders Do It Better written on the side then added a teabag. He wondered what Darius was doing now. He’d said he worked in stocks and shares. Did that mean he was in the Financial District of London right now? Canary Wharf? Was he dressed in a smart suit that hid the chastity device? Was he wheeling and dealing in front of a large screen full of flashing numbers? What was it—the FTSE, the Dow? Rhodri had no idea, he’d just heard these terms and seen images of stressed traders on the BBC news on occasion. Trading wasn’t his thing; he liked to make things, build things, use raw materials and the genius of engineering to construct beautiful structures that would be there for years to come.
He finished making his tea and took a sip, staring out of the grubby window at the pile of roof tiles that had been delivered the prev
ious day.
His phone beeped.
He smiled and a warmth that had nothing to do with the hot drink went through him.
I’m glad the key arrived safely. We’d have been stuck without it.
They certainly would have.
Where are you, sub? At work?
Yes.
And your chastity is concealed sufficiently?
Yes, it’s fine under a suit and it’s actually quite comfortable.
I’m pleased to hear it.
Rhodri reached down and adjusted his cock. Just texting with Darius—Darius in a smart suit, people all around, and wearing his silvery chastity—was giving Rhodri a semi. He wondered how comfortable the device would be if Darius had a semi too. He grinned and pictured something he wanted to make reality.
The device will come off on Saturday.
Good.
Though you still won’t be permitted to touch yourself. I intend to restrain your hands and see to you myself.
I like the sound of that.
I should warn you I have many plans for your body, not just your cock.
Oh and he did. Darius’ beautiful, delicate skin, his long limbs, gorgeous mouth, and his arse, damn he wanted at Darius’ arsehole. He’d bet it would be so tight, a perfect fit for Rhodri’s cock to sink deep.
Would Darius cry out when he entered him? Would he beg for more? Push back and seat himself deeper?
“Bloody hell,” Rhodri said as his cock went from half-mast to a full on erection. Not cool at work. He was supposed to be the boss for Christ’s sake.
What kind of plans?
Rhodri smiled.
Let’s just say I intend to adore you, mark you, please you and make you mine.
I’m already yours.
Yes, but we need to fuck to seal the deal.
Are you going to fuck me?
Yes.
Rhodri paused then:
Hard.
Another delay…
Can you handle that, sub?
I can handle whatever you can give me. Don’t be fooled by my appearance. I’m as tough as the rest of them.
The rest of who?
Your other lovers.
There is only you now. I’m a one man guy. While you are in my life, there will be no others.
So your chastity is your word.
Absolutely.
Rhodri shoved his hands down his trousers. His erection pushed uncomfortably at his zip. He glanced at the wall of scaffolding and bricks to his left. His men were at the top of the structure, working hard, the sun glinting off their yellow safety hats.
Quickly he went into the small bathroom and locked the door. He undid his zip and released his cock. “Ahh…yeah, better.” He fisted it, pumped from root to tip then back down again. The domed head was shiny and plump, his balls were tight and held a pleasant ache.
He angled his phone at his groin and made sure the frame was full of his erection as he held it tight. He snapped a shot.
It was a good image—his dusty work boots were the background, his pubic hair jet-black and his cock a dusky red with straining veins beneath the surface of his skin.
A couple of taps on the screen and the image was sent to Darius. He added a caption in the form of another message.
This is how hard you’ve got me. Just thinking about you. Just planning all the deliciously dark things I want to do to you.
Again he hit send.
His cock was throbbing for attention. He set up a steady rhythm, pumping to the tip then the base again. His belly tightened and he locked his knees. How long would it take for Darius to message back? He groaned and looked at his reflection in the small, chipped mirror.
His brow held a faint line from where he’d worn his yellow hard hat earlier, his stubble was dense and his eyes sparkled with want. He bit his bottom lip, continued to work his cock. Perhaps he should just whack one out. It wasn’t something he’d ever done at work before, but then he’d never met anyone as physically beautiful and perfectly willing as Darius. And damn, that blowjob in the alley had been hot. More than hot, it had been incredible. Fast, to the point, he’d been absolutely obeyed, his dirty instructions carried out willingly and skilfully.
It was probably the best head he’d ever had.
His phone beeped. He swiped the message open with his free hand. He was breathing faster now, the pressure in his dick increasing.
Your cock is beautiful. I want it in me.
“Oh God…” Rhodri groaned then pressed his lips together. There was no one around to hear, but still…
It will be. Soon.
He hit send and shut his eyes. He had to come. It was right there. Sure, he was a grown man, he was on paid time and he was a Dom, but still…the need was too great to ignore.
He masturbated faster, surrendered to the fact this was something he was going to do now. There were no two ways about it. If he didn’t find relief he’d go insane.
Gritting his teeth, he stared at his reflection, and watched his right shoulder shifting rapidly. With a shaking hand he drew up the camera mode on his phone, hit video.
A small red dot appeared at the base of the screen and he angled it over his cock. Now he was recording himself wanking. It was lewd, crude and in a moment he’d send the video to Darius. It would make him hard, so hard in his chastity device. He’d likely have to excuse himself, go and grimace, think about something non-erotic—his granny’s knitting or his dry-cleaning bill. His slim, pretty cock would be squeezed up against the metal, desperate for relief, his balls would be pressurized, much like Rhodri’s now.
“Ah, yeah, Darius,” he panted, knowing the vocals would add to the moment when it was replayed. “Yeah, soon, soon this will be filling you up, making you beg for more…ah…yeah…soon…”
The sound of flesh-on-flesh friction filled the small bathroom. He was close. So close. It was hard to keep the camera still but he did, just about.
Staring at the screen, he allowed the cum that was boiling in his sac to erupt. It dragged through his shaft, the exquisite sensation stealing his breath and weakening his legs and spine. The first pearly shot of release slapped onto his hand, a few drips landing on the floor.
“Mmm…” He watched the screen. The phone was capturing the moment in close-up glory. It was so damn hot and it was all for Darius.
Another burst of cum leaked from his slit. A blob fell to the floor, landing on his boot.
Still he worked his shaft, there was more, one more burst of release. “Argh…” There it was. A grand finale.
He shut his eyes, hoped the phone was angled in the right direction and rested his back against the wall. “Oh fuck…”
He was hot, a slick of dampness clung to his brow. Beneath his old sweater he had several layers to ward off the cold, but right now his temperature was tropical.
He moved the phone up to the mirror so his face filled the screen. “That’s all for you, Darius. On Saturday. Between now and then, play this video as many times as you want,” he said, then smirked. If Darius had been hard before then this would make him super horny. He’d have to take a cold shower, fill his brain up with nonsense to keep from having a constant a hard-on. But when it finally happened, when Rhodri finally fucked him, allowed him to orgasm, the guy would never want another Dom. He’d be his, forever.
Rhodri hit the red button to stop recording and blew out a breath. Damn it. He’d just recorded himself wanking at work.
A chuckle rumbled up from his chest. What the hell? He wouldn’t like to be accused of being boring.
Quickly he wiped the semen away with some tissue, including the drip on his boot, and tucked his now softening cock back into his combats. After flushing away the tissue and washing his hands he stepped into the office.
For a moment anxiety made his scalp prickle. What if someone had come in? Heard him?
But no. The place was empty and when he walked to the window he could see all five of his team still high on the construction, working ef
ficiently.
He downed the last of his now cool tea and, brimming with the effect it would have, sent the video to Darius.
It took a moment to send and Rhodri’s skin goose bumped with anticipation, his heart was still beating fast though his breathing had returned to normal.
Finally the screen flashed, telling him his message had been received.
“Let’s see how you cope with that,” Rhodri said, then shoved his phone away. He really should get on with some work. He had to make a phone call to chase up the electrician and then a list of many more jobs.
By the time he’d found the number for the electrician his phone had beeped, telling him he had another message.
For a moment he savoured not reading it. It was fun wondering how Darius, who he still needed to get to know so much better, would react to receiving his own personal porn movie while trading his stocks.
But he couldn’t hold off for long and inquisitiveness soon got the better of him.
He pulled out his phone, unlocked it, then read the message.
You sadistic bastard.
Rhodri laughed out loud. Yeah, he was a bit of a sadist, that couldn’t be denied.
Another message followed.
You’re lucky I’m a masochist.
“I am, indeed I am.” He put his phone away. That would be it for today. Perhaps he’d tease Darius some more tomorrow. But maybe not. Maybe that video would be enough to keep him on the edge until Saturday.
Which couldn’t come soon enough.
Chapter Four
Rhodri decided to drive to Cardiff airport on Saturday morning. It wasn’t too far from the village he’d grown up in and still lived and he figured parking would be easy enough.
He headed into the terminal, which as he’d experienced before, was quiet.
Shoving his hands into the pockets of his new black jeans, he studied the checkin desks that were lined up before him. He frowned. There wasn’t a sign for Signature, let alone a lounge, which was where Darius had told him to go.
He walked left, wondering if it was tucked out of sight. But nope, there was nothing vaguely resembling Signature.
A member of staff, a woman in a smart navy and orange skirt suit bustled past.