By slavebladeboi

With thanks to POW for his editing skills and the many suggestions that inspired this story.

Nate made sure the door of his bedroom was locked before he stood naked, facing the window. There was no one else home, but it made him feel safe both mentally and physically. The windowsill was level with his hips, and the slats of the blind were at an angle that allowed him to see out without being seen. It was a position he’d taken up several times when he noticed that the new neighbour was out and about, either tending to the front garden of his house, directly opposite the house Nate shared with two other college guys, or washing his car or all the other small jobs that needed taking care of when the weather was warm and the sun out.

This time the neighbour, a guy who was obviously in his thirties and looked to be in perfect shape to 20-year-old Nate, well-built and wearing only some skimpy shorts, was washing his car on the drive. It was a 1970 Corvette Stingray, deep blue and perfect. Any reasonable young male, in fact any man of any age, would have made some excuse to stop by and compliment the guy on his choice of vehicle, but Nate wasn’t so forthright. He preferred to stay hidden and watch from a distance. Another reason for his reluctance to make an appearance was that locked around his right wrist was one half of a handcuff, the other half locked tightly round his cock and balls, thus leaving his left hand free to play with his nips as he wanked furiously, gazing at the bronzed body sweating in the heat of the afternoon sun, wiping the odd spray of soap suds and water off his body.

Nate had to get over there. He had to introduce himself to this guy. He didn’t know why, but he was quite simply infatuated. Ever since the guy had moved in slightly over a month ago Nate had been mesmerised by his body, the way he moved, the way he dressed so casually, the way he allowed his muscles to do the talking for him. Nate so wanted to be liked by that guy. He would be 21 in less than two weeks and felt there should be more to life than university and his rather boring friends. He so wanted to make himself known, but, as usual, he evaded taking any action. He stayed hidden behind the blinds. Would it happen? Not now. Perhaps not ever.

With a final desperate pumping of his fist, his mouth clamped shut to cover the ecstatic groan he made, he spewed two, then three, thick ropes of cum up the wall, the final after-spurts oozing over the back of the metal locked onto his cuffed wrist. Panting, he remained totally still for several seconds then, relaxing his body, he continued to breathe deeply while watching the white cream as it slowly dripped in thin trails onto the floor. Best clean things up. First the key.

***

Twenty one, and he still had one balloon left that the guys had jokingly given him at the party they held for him, hanging limply from the bedroom mirror. He looked away. He knew it was time to come to terms with himself. As far as the law was concerned he had been an adult since his 18^th birthday, three years two days ago. He wondered if he should be feeling more sensible, more responsible now that he was older. Perhaps it was time to stand on his own two feet for a while, show everyone that he was, in fact, the adult he felt. But then again, what were a couple of years anyway. Those months didn’t make him feel more decisive but the nagging inside his head was getting more persistent. He needed a job, but there was nothing he could find locally. He’d been caught speeding. Straight through a police camera check point meant he lost his licence and now was limited to cycling for another three months. Alex and Greg, his housemates, hadn’t had any suggestions apart from telling him to try asking around the neighbourhood if anyone needed odd jobs they’d pay him for. He was fit and healthy and reasonably practical, and any extra cash would be good if he was to go with the other two to the coast next week. But there was something he needed more of.

Nate looked out through his bedroom blinds. The driveway opposite was empty.  Would he ever have the courage to approach the guy he found so attractive, who gave him so solid an erection just by looking at him? It was two months before uni started, and if he was to go away with his housemates there would be even less time. The churning in his stomach returned, the thought of walking over to offer his services to that guy made him both aroused and nervous, but if he was going to …. well, deep breath, Nate.

The chance he was both looking for and dreading soon came, the following afternoon. Returning from a walk with a dog, belonging to an elderly guy down the street, Nate stopped outside his neighbour’s house, ready to cross back home, when he heard someone call him.

“Hi. Excuse me. Sorry, we haven’t met before, but you do live across from me don’t you?”

Nate turned to face the guy who was standing by his front door, glistening, bare chested and in those shorts that caught Nate’s attention so often. “Hi. Um, yes, yes, I do. Hi,” stuttered Nate, looking very nonplussed.

“It’s Nathan, isn’t it?” continued the man smiling, “Sorry, we haven’t met before. I called over to your house earlier when you were out. I spoke to one of the other guys in your house as I’ve got some misdirected mail for a Nathan Brewer, and Greg, I think it was, told me you’d be back later. Hope you don’t mind me stopping your walk.”

“Um, No, no. But, well, it’s just Nate. Only my family call me Nathan, friends call me Nate,” was Nate’s hesitant reply.

“Great. OK then Nate. I wonder. Have you got a few minutes to spare? Come on in and I’ll fetch that letter. You’ll have to excuse the garb; I was just exercising on my gym equipment when I saw you.”

Nate stood for what he suddenly realised was far too long staring at the guy, especially at the bulge he was sporting in his shorts. Quickly pulling himself together, he managed to stutter something between “Yeah, fine, ok um … the dog?” He reached down to stroke the spaniel he had on a leash.

“Dog’s no problem. Bring him with you. I’m Mike by the way. Sorry, I should have said before.” Mike gave him a broad smile then stood aside in the doorway and waved Nate to enter. “I was about to get a towel and dry off a bit but didn’t want to miss you. That’s the great thing about home gyms, always there when you … Oh, but you’d know all about that. You look as if you hit the gym regularly, you have your own or go somewhere in town?”

“Me? No, I don’t, I mean yes, I do, that is I use the university one all the time but there’s nothing at home.” Nate was mentally kicking himself at this point, forming a complete sentence would be good.

Mike smiled again. “You look pretty good to me, Nate. I can see that tight T is hiding a decent body. Maybe we can work out something so’s you can use mine when you want.

Nate really did blush at that and tried to hide it by reaching down to pat Mungo sitting at his feet.

“Hey, don’t look so sheepish, Nate. Lots of kids would be proud of what you’ve got.” He looked him up and down then gave him one of “those” looks and chuckled.

That didn’t help Nate either, especially as he felt his erection must have been more than evident, although looking down, the bulge was still nowhere near the size of the man’s standing in front of him.

“Come on through to the kitchen. I’ve got some cold drinks in the fridge. I think we could both do with cooling off.” Mike led the way into a light airy kitchen and offered Nate a glass of iced tea. He sat down on a bar stool and gestured to another for Nate. “Now, the reason I wanted to speak to you was to ask a favour. I’ve got to be away for something over a week in the next few days, maybe nearer two. I wondered if I could ask you to water my garden for me. It needs it every day in this weather, and I don’t want to lose everything I’ve planted just for a lack of water. Of course, I’d pay you. Maybe mow the lawn too? You must have noticed I’m pretty proud of the patch I’ve got here. Your buddy Alex suggested you might be looking for part time work. What do you say?”

“Yeah, sure.” Nate felt relieved somehow. He didn’t know what Mike was about to ask him, but this felt safe. Safe sensible Nate, yet again.

“I was thinking of a couple of hours a day perhaps. Could you manage that?”

Nate nodded.

“Let’s say I pay you in advance for two hours a day and anything else you do, like keep the drive clean, maybe open some of the top windows in the late afternoon so it doesn’t get stuffy, anything you see that needs tending to, keep a tab and we’ll settle up when I return. In fact, I don’t have enough time to do all the stuff I want around here anyway. We could make it a permanent arrangement while you’re at home.”

“Sounds great to me, Mike. Thanks. Those other guys are always on at me to get a job, but there’s nothing round here to get. I’d be happy to do those things for you.”

Mike stood up, still smiling, and looked at Nate. “I’ve had an idea, Nate. I wonder. How about some gym time. If I show you what you can use safely when I’m not here you’re welcome to use a couple of my machines, and maybe after I get back we could work out together? I’ve done some personal training in one of those gym chains in the city and if you’d rather have some individual instruction in return for chores just say the word.”

Nate was lost for words. He wanted to shout the sort of thing he’d cry out when his team won a match, flinging both arms in the air, yelling and prancing about. Instead, he looked down at Mungo. He wanted that all so badly, but what to say.  “Mike, can I ask you something?”

“Sure Nate, anything.”

Mentally he needed some space, he fidgeted for a moment but before he spoke safe, sensible Nate took over. It fell out of his mouth before he realised. “Can I have close look at your car?”

Mike stopped and looked him straight in the eyes. He studied Nate’s face for a moment as if he’d expected a different question. “Ahhhh. Yes. But that’s one rule I have. No one, and I mean absolutely no one, touches it or sits in it when I’m not there. It’s the one thing…”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”

“You’re fine, Nate. But it’s a strict rule. However, when I get back and find everything here is, how shall I put it, up to standard, then I might take you for a ride.” He gave Nate a friendly slap on the shoulder, Mungo jumped up, Nate wondered if he’d bought a winning lottery ticket and all three of them walked to the front door. “So, I have to be gone early Saturday. It’s Wednesday today, call round tomorrow evening and we’ll put the details onto our plan.”

Nate thanked him again; Mike gave Mungo a pat and the two of them walked back across the road. Nate wasn’t sure his feet touched the ground.

Mike watched from his porch, his cock reacting to the sight. He liked what he saw, in fact he liked it a lot.

***

“Thanks for being prompt Nate, gives me plenty of time to explain things.” Mike said as he welcomed Nate into the house and offered another drink.

“No thanks, I’m fine,” Nate answered.

“Ok then, let’s start outside.” Mike led the way out through the kitchen. He explained about the sprinkler system that covered some of the garden. “It was broken when I moved in,” he complained, “but still useable. The timer is the thing that doesn’t work, you just have to turn it on and off manually, something I sometimes forget. The off bit that is. Came out one morning and it was like a swamp here. So you need to make sure not to forget that.”

Nate took it all in. He saw and remembered where the tools and other hose were kept and which keys he needed to access them. “This key will get you into the garage, where I keep the mower and larger tools, I’ll show you,” Mike walked around the back of the house and opened the rear garage door. “And yes, the car is here,” Mike said as he saw Nate’s eyes fall onto the shape under the dust sheets. “But remember what I said about that.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Mike looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “Well, there may be a time for that in the future, but for now let’s stick with Mike.” He smiled at the younger man.

“Sorry, I di…”

Mike put his arm out and rested his hand on Nate’s left shoulder. “It’s fine,” he said quietly, “it really is. One step at a time.”

Nate didn’t quite know what to say. He felt like he’d said too much already. Sir? Where did that come from. It was instinctive, it felt natural. It just slipped out. What the hell was happening, well apart from everything he had wanted for as long as he could remember.

“Are you confident about things I’ve shown you so far? If so let’s go inside and I’ll show you the rest. Again, he led the way back into the house. “Those upstairs windows. I hate the air conditioner. I know I have to use it if it gets too hot, but generally, especially if I’m not at home, I like to leave it off. So, if you could just leave one or two open during the evenings and shut them later?”

Nate was making mental notes of all this and said he understood everything so far. They went upstairs and Mike pointed out the rooms needing the windows opening. “That door,” he pointed to it, “that remains locked. I’ve things in there which are connected to work, so no need to worry about that one. None of the keys I’ll be giving you fit that lock anyway.”  He turned and started off down the stairs. “Good. Now, how about we visit the gym?” Nate followed him but not before looking back at the door that had two locks on it, more secure than any of the others.

The gym was in the basement. Nate looked at it with wide eyes. It seemed very professional, and the gear was both modern and expensive. “I use the bench press quite a lot, and the spin bike, both of which I expect you are used to, Nate. Then the shoulder press if you want to use that and the odd looking one for your pecs plus the monkey bars. Do you want to show me what you can do on the bench press so I can get the right weights out for you?”

“Yeah, love to. You sure you have time Mike?” Nate said.

Mike laughed and told Nate to strip off his T and lay down. He got some weights onto the bar and Nate started to raise them. “That wasn’t difficult, I’ll add some,” Mike said. “Manage sixty pounds?”  Nate insisted that he could and carefully added them. Mike stood at the head of the bench ready to help Nate if he needed it. From Nate’s perspective all he could see were Mike’s jogging shorts and what they obviously contained. He could also smell the man inside them and lost concentration.

“Whoa there, Nate,” Mike said as he grabbed the bar and gently placed it onto the rests. “You have to concentrate here. Up you get. I’ll leave out various weights, but remember, if you’re alone here don’t try anything you can’t manage or feel unsafe with. I’m not getting on a plane just to rescue you.” The grin he had was infectious, and Nate joined in with a laugh.

“Sorry, Mike. Lost concentration a bit there.”

“I saw,” Mike replied, still grinning. You get your shirt on again while I go and get some drinks out of the fridge. Meet you in the kitchen.” He left and went up the stairs. Nate sat up and looked about the room. Lights illuminated every inch of the windowless space. It certainly was a somewhere you could exercise virtually every part of the body. A sudden thought flashed across his brain. Gone as soon as it arrived.  Not bothering to think more deeply, he grabbed at his T shirt that was on the floor. As he lifted it something caught his eye. It was very small and shiny half wedged under the rear leg of the bench he was sitting on. He looked at the stairs as though he thought he was being watched but heard Mike in the kitchen so scraped at the end of the object with his finger and pulled it out.

He knew what it was immediately. He used a similar one to unlock the, so far, only bit of bondage gear he had.

Handcuffs!

“You coming Nate?” Mike shouted from the kitchen. Nate leaped up and quickly put his T shirt on. He slipped the key back where he found it.

“Sorry, got it inside out,” confessed Nate, thinking quickly.

“I forgot to ask,” said Mike, turning to open the fridge door, “are you allergic to anything?”

“Not that I’ve had so far, can’t remember getting sick from eating anything,” replied Nate, “why?”

“Well, I make my own health drink, it’s just a variation of fruit juice with some added extras like vitamins and other ingredients. Some people can have an adverse reaction. I take it after a workout usually.”

“Naah, let’s go with it,” answered Nate, “I take vitamin supplements, when I remember.” Mike gave him a glass and poured some into it, sort of cloudy apple juice to look at.

“If you like it help yourself while I’m away,” said Mike as he put the container back in the fridge.

They stayed in the kitchen for a while chatting about college and inconsequential things before Nate decided it was time to go, not only because it was getting late but also he felt exceptionally horny, certainly not a new feeling for him, but he began to be desperate for a long wank in his own room. Overall he felt good. The cuff key went to the back of his mind.

“I’ll drop the keys over to you Saturday morning,” Mike said as he opened the door to let Nate out. “And thanks again.”

Nate went home. The house was empty. The other two guys had gone to a movie for the evening so he went straight upstairs, locked his bedroom door and found his handcuffs at the bottom of his wardrobe. He stripped off and quickly secured one cuff to his right wrist. He amazed himself at the strength of his erection, his engorged cock was purple and pulsing, dripping precum down its length and pooling onto his balls. Wasting no time, he settled down in front of the window blinds and locked the other cuff tightly round his balls and pulsating rod. Closing his eyes, he imagined Mike in the basement gym. Pumping his cock furiously, he suddenly remembered that key. The image changed to him handcuffed to the bench while Mike stood over him, forcing more and more weights to be lifted. He strained to push them up, to lower them slowly, lifting them again, repeating until his arm muscles couldn’t take the strain anymore. The weights fell and he gave a bellow as his breath was forced out of him with the pressure on his chest and his cum hit the wall with force. He collapsed onto the rug, sweating, breathless and completely spent.

***

Saturday morning, Nate was just about awaken when he heard a car stop outside. He scrambled out of bed and went to the window. Mike was there putting his case into the Uber. He leaned in to says something to the driver and then walked over to Nate’s house. Nate heard the keys drop through the door. He then saw Mike walk back down the driveway, but before getting into the car he looked up at the window Nate was feeling secure behind, smiled and waved. Nate froze. He couldn’t know, could he? You can’t see anyone behind the blinds, can you? Nate had experimented by walking along the street and looking at the window from all angles. All you could see were the blinds.

But then it struck him like a blow to the head.

When he was in the street looking up, of course all he could see were the blinds, because no one was there in the room!

Was it possible that if he was actually standing at the window then he was fully visible from down below? And what about Nate’s wanking? While Mike was in his garden or driveway? Was that on display for all the world to see too? Nate shrank back to his bed, his mind whirling. He wanted the earth to swallow him.

To be continued…

Metal would like to thank the author, slavebladeboi, for this story, and also thank POW for his assistance.