The Human Cage

Chapter 2-1

Chapter 2

The following morning Tom threw on a white towelling bathrobe and went down to breakfast early. He took his usual place at the head of the table and began reading the newspaper while he waited for Joseph to finish serving the breakfast.

“A fine morning, sir,” said Joseph as he placed a plate of crispy bacon and fried eggs in front of his employer. “Summer is well and truly with us.”

Tom skimmed over an article on global warming and agreed with a mumble.

“Shall I go up and wake Master Dale?” Joseph asked, his tone formal and his pronunciation perfectly British.

Tom closed the paper, folded it in half, and tossed it to one side. After picking up his knife and fork he looked up at the elderly butler’s lined face and examined it. Such loyalty in those eyes that had seen much.

“No thank you, Joseph. Let him sleep. He had a big day yesterday.”

Joseph nodded and strode out of the room, his posture rigid and his gait confident.

Tom watched him leave before starting on his bacon and eggs. As he chewed the first mouthful he wondered if Master Dale was in fact asleep. Maybe he had woken up and was at this very minute taking care of his morning wood. His own c**k seemed to spring to life at the thought. He glanced down and saw the head poking up through the folds of his bathrobe.

He hurried through his breakfast, barely tasting it, and left the table. A ball of excitement welled in the pit of his stomach, propelling him ever faster up the stairs. Mischievous thoughts paraded through his mind. Dale’s bedroom door was shut, offering him the perfect opportunity to put an ear against the wood and listen. Unfortunately, he was met with silence and the chance to ‘accidentally’ burst in on Dale evaporated. Clicking his teeth, he removed his bathrobe and tossed it into the darkened room opposite. Joseph would be up later to tidy it away. He wanted to be showered and dressed by the time Dale got up.

He pushed the bathroom door open and was momentarily surprised to hear the spray of water coming from the shower cubicle. Steam swirled and eddied about him as he entered.

“Is that you, Dale?”

“Yeah. Sorry Uncle Tomas. I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Don’t worry about it. Take your time. And call me Tom, remember?”

He dropped the lid on the toilet and sat down.

“Did you sleep okay? How was the bed? Comfortable I hope.”

He leant back against the cistern and placed his legs straight out in front of him. It wasn’t the most comfortable place to sit, but it would do for the time it took Dale to finish his shower.

“Yeah, it was great. I could have slept anywhere last night I was so tired, but the bed is very comfortable. Thanks for asking.”

The shower was turned off and Dale pushed the glass door of the cubicle open. His tanned body was red from the heat of the water and beaded here and there with water that glistened and ran in silvery trails down his body when he moved. His freshly shaved balls hung pendulously between his legs and were set swinging as he stepped over the small tiled ridge that separated the floor of the shower from the rest of the bathroom.

“I was going to go down and join you for breakfast,” he said, pulling an oversized towel off the towel rack.

“Too late, my boy,” replied Tom getting up from the toilet. “I’ve already had mine, but there’s plenty left. What are you going to do afterwards?”

Tom walked past Dale and both men stole a glance at the other’s c**k, neither one being caught since both pairs of eyes had been cast downwards. He stepped into the shower and turned the water on, leaving the door open to better hear Dale.

“I think I’ll get to work on my thesis. The sooner I get it done, the better. I’m sure there are a lot more interesting things to do around here than study.”

“You got that right,” Tom said, noticing that Dale now had his back to him and was drying the skin between his toes. With one foot up on the toilet he could see the Dale’s scrotum, the smooth skin stretched taut by the weight of his massive balls. He began to soap his stiffening c**k, working up a lather as he watched the young man wiping dry the crack of his arse and his groin, and his balls that fell away with a bounce once the towel had done its job. “There’s certainly plenty to do around here.”

Dale hung his towel up.

“I’ll catch you shortly,” he said as he padded out of the room.

Tom closed the shower door and promptly shot a load of thick creamy c*m over the back of it.