Jacob was still incredibly horny, but his balls felt lighter the next week at work, and his mind was able to concentrate better, at least for the first half of the week.
He would constantly think back to Anne playing with his hole, and then would get embarrassed thinking how he was naked in front of his friends.
But he didn't regret it. If anything, he regretted not trying anal sooner. The relief felt good, and once he got over the initial awkwardness in his head, he really enjoyed the experience.
How he felt about Ash and Anne was changing too. He kept thinking back to Ash's cock, and Anne's naked body getting out of bed.
They were so open with him, showing him all their sex toys, playing with him. So many questions ran through his head. Where they in a threesome, relationship? Would Ash be jealous at Anne using the toy on his ass.
These questions bothered him throughout the week, but he somehow managed to make it to the weekend.
Waking up on Saturday morning, Ash texted him, eager for him to come around to his house to hang out. Of course, Jacob couldn't wait. His frustrations had grown again, and all he could think about was having another orgasm. Of course, that was impossible, but maybe Anne would offer to massage his prostate again.
Horny and frustrated, he had the desire to tie himself up. Taking some shoelaces out of his nightstand, he pulled off his bedsheets and wrapped one lace around his balls, and tied it tight. The feeling made his cock try to grow in his cage.
Then he remembered the handcuffs Ash had given him. He grabbed them out of his backpack and went back to bed, sitting up against the headboard.
Looking around his room, he found his socks from yesterday next to the bed. He grabbed them and put them in his mouth, so he couldn't speak or moan, and wrapped another shoelace around his head and mouth, so he couldn't spit them out.
Crossing his legs, he pulled them as close to his body as he could. Using the ends of the shoelace tied to his balls, he tied each end to each of his big toes. It was a struggle to tie the knot, as the shoelace wasn't very long, and didn't give him a lot of movement. But he managed to tie it, already pulling slightly on his balls.
The back of his headboard was made of metal, which he would normally attach another shoe lace to tie his hands up. But this time, he picked up the handcuffs and cuffed one of his wrists. His heart raced at the excitement of locking himself up.
Putting both hands behind his back, he struggled for a few minutes, until he was finally able to cuff his other wrist, locking his hands between the metal bar.
He caught his breath, and looked down at his tied balls. Pulling with his feet, made the string pull his balls. It wasn't a pleasurable feeling in the traditional sense, but something about it turned him on.
Enjoying the sensation of being tied up, he sat there for as long as he could, frustrated and horny, imagining stroking his penis. But he was excited to meet his friends, so decided he would release himself, shower and walk to Ash's.
Pulling at his arms and wrists, he felt around for the release mechanism. But he couldn't find it. He looked again, and again, getting a little more frantic.
"Fuck," he mumbled through his socked mouth, as his hand felt the keyhole. Realizing the handcuffs were not cheap toys and needed an actual key, his heart sank knowing he was truly stuck.
Frantically looking around his room, he tried to find the key, hoping they had dropped out when he took them from his bag. But he couldn't see them anywhere. They must still be in his backpack, or worse, maybe Ash had forgotten to give him the keys.
He pulled his legs as close to his body, trying to reduce the pull on his balls.
"Fuck, fuck," he mumbled, pulling his hands, trying to break the handcuffs. But the metal dug into his skin, hurting him.
His straining cock was loosing it's attempted erection, as he continued to panic. But he shook his head, telling himself to think clearly.
He looked around his bed, pulling at his balls in the process. He knew the bed frame was sturdy, and there was no way to dismantle it, at least, not without a screwdriver.
For at least another thirty minutes, he sat defeated, trying not to pull too hard on his balls, until he realized there was no other way. He was going to have to call out for help, but the socks in his mouth made it impossible for him to speak, let alone shout.
Instead, he banged his head against the wall behind him.
"Please," he mumbled. Grunting as loud as he could.
He kept banging, until he heard the bedroom door next to him open. Listening as footsteps walked down the hall, he waited until his own door was pushed wide open.
"Jacob, what the fuck, keep the noise..." said Dean, Jacob's older brother, stopping as he looked at Jacob.
Jacob moaned, trying to signal for him to come over and untie him.
"Oh Jacob, what's April done now?" said Dean. "Bro, where did she go?"
Jacob shook his head and moaned, trying to mumble for help. But he wasn't able to speak clear enough.
Dean walked over, and was about to remove the string holding the socks in Jacobs mouth, when he stopped. He had become more submissive to the Male Obedience movement since meeting his own girlfriend a few months ago. She had taught him to never undermine or go against a women's wishes. He was less resistant than Jacob, and far more obedient. He had presumed Jacob was following April's demands, and would never want to interfere.
"I don't know Bro," he said. "Would April know if I let you out?"
Jacob grunted more. He was furious Dean wasn't understanding, but it was his own fault. He still hadn't told Dean, or even his parents they had broken up. So of course, it was assumed they were still together.
"Fuck, you know if she's put you like this, and I let you out, she'll tell my girlfriend Jacob," said Dean, looking stressed. He picked up Jacobs phone from his nightstand, and put it in Jacobs face until it unlocked. Scrolling through the contacts, he found April and called her.
"Changed your mind then?" said April, picking up his call.
"Hi April," said Dean.
