Put A Ring On

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 leather 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, ...”

“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, ..”

“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 where 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.