Slow Thaw
Copyright (c) 2014 by Billy Merritt. All rights reserved. The use is expressly forbidden unless explicit arrangement has been made with the Author. This copyright applies to all chapters and pages of this work. It may not be reproduced, posted, stored electronically, or archived, except for personal, non-public use, without the express written permission of the Author. Warning; this is a fictional story adult erotic story. If this offends you or you are a minor or living where this is illegal to read. GO AWAY!
DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story, any likeness to real people is purely coincidental. Also in fiction safe sex practices are not important, but in real life it is very important. So play safe.
There it was, in front of you. So close you could reach out and touch it. Yet you couldn't. Your eyes fixated, unblinking you could think of nothing else but it. Your heart races. That shiny key, suspended dead center frozen in the old milk jug. A thread tied on it, and hung from a pencil across the quarter sized opening had held it there until it was frozen solid. The key to your manhood. The thing that makes you a real man. The thing that you fell in love with during puberty. The thing that gave you so much pleasure was locked up and that key was the way out. She always says if it melts before she gets home, you can take the key and unlock your cock. No limits on how long you stroke or how many times you can cum. It's never melted completely. But this time you have a plan.
And the coffee table it is sitting on. God how you hate that table. Admittedly at first you liked it. Thought she had great taste in decorating. Rustic heavy wood, it took at least two strong men to move it. Everyone who sees it admires it. Covered in cast iron decorative accents, it has rings placed strategically on all sides. Damn, hate isn't a strong enough word. Those god damn rings hold you helpless for many hours while she ruthlessly edges your cock. Day after day, she restrains you, takes off the horrid device and strokes your rigid rod without mercy. Always stopping right on the edge. Always until you're a blithering idiot, begging pathetically to cum. Over and over. Sometimes she stops. Goes and does a few chores, then comes back and starts all over. Those are the worst ones. When it happens you are convinced it will never end. That you will stay in this state of exquisite torture forever. And it is torture, make no mistake about it. It's not painful. It's worse. It feels so good and awful at the same time.
She can get you to agree to do anything when she does that. She even got you to suck off several of her girlfriends husbands while they all watched. God that was so humiliating. Especially when she made you eat their cum. But you did it. As much as you hated doing it, as much as it shamed you. It repulsed you, made you almost retch. But you still did it. Because she wanted it. You hoped, prayed it would only be that one time. But it wasn't. You couldn't count how many you had sucked now.
You remember just how fucking embarrassed and ashamed you were when you realized that you were starting to enjoy it. Even worse when she made you beg the many men to let you suck them off. Then thank them profusely for feeding you their cum. You feel your face growing hot now, just thinking about it all.
Just as soon as you hear the deadbolt click as she locks it on her way out, you jump up. Excitedly rubbing your hands together. This was your day. Your day to get free. Hurriedly you reach under the sofa for the yard sale hair dryer you got for 50 cents and the extension cord you swiped from your neighbors tool box. Hands shaking you plug it in. Then the hair dryer. You turn it on, and a surge of joy flows through you faster than the hot air coming from it.
You continuously move the dryer around. Keep it close to the top, you say to yourself. Melt the top first. You check your watch. It's only been five minutes, but it already seems like an hour. It's starting to melt. The excitement has your hands shaking. Suddenly the dryer stops. You look at it perplexed. Shake it a few times. Turn it on and off several. Nothing. Oh god, you think. The damn thing's broke. All this planning and the friggin' thing quits. Dejected you sit down, placing the dryer on the table. You would take the jug and immerse it in hot water in the sink, but she had anticipated something like that and had strategically placed tape in a criss cross manner over it. She would know if you moved it. Then you'd have to either leave or accept the consequences.
You weren't quite sure which was worse, the void of her absence in your life or having your balls cut off. Both scared the hell out of you. She meant it you knew. On the fireplace mantle were two jars, each had a pair of testicles in pickling juice. From her last two that had disobeyed and had chosen to stay. But she tired of ball less toys and sent them packing about the time they completely healed. A shiver goes up and down your spine at the thought.
That key has your complete and total attention. Maybe if you lay over the top and let the heat from your body melt it? You think. No, that might make the tape slip. With a sigh you pick up the dryer and absentmindedly turn it back on. Hot air blows from it again. YEA, you think. Must be an auto shutoff switch if it over heats. Immediately you go back to melting the ice.
This is taking way too long you think. Impatient, you contemplate hitting the jug to see if it makes the ice break away. You shake your head. No that would be too risky. Every five minutes or so, the dryer shuts off. You glare at it, trying to will it to cool down faster, yet it takes almost five to come back on. Everytime.
The room is oppressively hot. The a/c is turned way down, but the hot air dryer heats this room easily. You are covered in sweat, even though you are totally naked, except for that hated chastity device.
Diligently you keep at it. Focused on your goal. Distracted by the need to take a piss, you hang on, working the dryer round and round until it shuts off again. Then you run to the restroom and piss like a russian race horse.
Parched, you stop by the kitchen sink and drain a big glass of cold water, then get right back to work. The sweat drips from your brow. But you don't stop. It is melting. Just a few more times with the dryer should get it. Then it hits you again. You have to piss. Dammit, I shouldn't have drank all that water you think. Yet you are able to hang on until the dryer auto shuts off again.
You fly like the wind to the restroom, fill toilet with what seems like gallons of piss. Rinse your face with cool water. This time you only take a couple of small sips of cold water and savor it before you swallow.
Back at the jug, it's getting closer. Gently you tug on the thread. Nope, not quite yet. You try again after a couple of minutes. No, getting closer though. After a few more minutes you try again. It's barely held in the ice. You pull a little harder, the key wiggles a bit. Again. The key wiggles more. It's almost out. You can't believe it. Your pulse pounds in your ears as your heart races. Just a little more, you tug.
SNAP
The thread breaks. It slowly sinks in the water down to the key. Dumbfounded you stare. What? What am I gonna do? Your mind races. Think! You command yourself. There has to be a way to fix this. You dare not move the jug, even if the ice totally melts. She will think you cheated. Surely there is a tool or something you can stick down inside and grab it.
Panicked you race through the house. Searching. Go through every drawer in the kitchen, bathrooms, even the dresser drawers in the bedrooms. Making sure the garage door is closed, you creep around in the garage. Looking in every nook and cranny.
Nothing.
There has got to be a way. You want to scream. You yank on the lock, then give a little yelp as the points of the restrictive band dig into your skin. That's to prevent you from slipping it off.
Back on the sofa, you sit back down. Staring at the key, now totally free, floating on what little ice is left. Dejectedly you unplug the dryer and extension cord, hide them under the sofa again and wait. Your eyes never leave that fucking god damn key!
She's going out again. It's been two weeks of unbearable torture. This is going to drive you fucking nuts, if you can't take this damn thing off. This time she will be out for quite a while, dinner with her girlfriends then a few drinks. Always means she'll be out until at least midnight or later.
You've made even better plans this time you think. Tried to think of every contingency. A second hair dryer and a heat lamp, both garage sale buys. A small ceramic heater to blow on it. This time it will melt faster and you won't get so impatient and break the thread again. Also you got one of those magnets on a stick. Just in case. You can put it down the hole and lift out the key with the magnet. Confident you will be free soon, you smile, kiss her on the cheek good bye and chuckle to yourself as you head back to the hated coffee table.
You whistle cheerfully as you set everything up. Wow, that heat lamp is really hot, you think. This should really make it melt fast. The heater blowing on the jug, you work the hair dryer again as before. But this time when it shuts off, you pick up the second one and keep going.
Wow, you think. This is really melting fast, when the phone rings. Regretfully you shut everything off, can't leave it unattended. It's a fire risk.
Oh god, you think, reading the caller ID. It's her mom, and she never shuts up. Just saying good bye takes twenty minutes or more. For a brief second you contemplate not answering. You answer anyway, knowing that if you don't she will mention it to her. And she knows you are home.
Saying "yes", "Well" Un huh" "What do you know" occasionally as she rambles on about nothing. You look at your watch. Dear lord! Forty five minutes of nonsensical chatter. Then you see your opening. She pauses.
"I've got another call, my phone's beeping" you say with forced cheerfulness. Carefully placing the phone down. Don't want to accidentally slam it because you're in a hurry. She might hear it.
The damp towel you prepared in hand you wipe your face. The heat is almost unbearable again, but you pay it no mind. It's worth it to get free. Even if freedom is short lived, it's like a pressure valve. Relieving some of the pressure before you explode. And not in a good way.
The door bell rings. Oh god, not again. You think. Quickly slipping on a pair of shorts and flip flops you answer the door. It's that hot neighbor she is so jealous of. The one you are afraid to look at if she is around.
"Uhm, hello" you mumble.
"Hi!" she says brightly smiling. "I see your girl left earlier, did she fix you dinner before she left? I've got extra" in her hands are some foil covered plates. Expectantly looking at you as if she's waiting to be invited in. She flirts shamelessly with you every time you are alone.
Distracted by her big full round boobs smashed in a halter top too small, you almost slip up and invite her in.
"Uhm, no, I'm alright. I've already eaten." You lie, stammering.
"You sure?" she smiles flirtatiously, her eyelashes fluttering.
You clear your throat. Oh god, you want to say yes, come in. I've got to stay strong, you think.
"Yes, I'm quite sure" you manage to stammer out. Can barely keep your eyes off her tits as they spill out. Her hard nipples pointing directly at you. You're really sweating now.
"Oh, ok" she answers with a pout. She turns around, swaying sexily as she walks away. Full round ass cheeks bouncing with her stride.
Hurriedly you shut the door, just in case she turns around. You know you aren't strong enough to refuse her a second time.
You check your watch. Oh damn, it's already been four hours and you still are not free. Quickly you go back to work, praying that nothing will interrupt you again.
Success! An hour later you are jumping and dancing around the room. The key swinging on the thread in your hand. Fumbling with the lock, hands shaking so hard you can't get the key in. Wait, you think. I have to do this right. After all this is a momentous occasion. You grab a beer from the fridge.
Once in the bedroom, you pull out your stash of porn. Hunting for the right one. You know it right? The one POV blow job video. This hot girl that kinda reminds you of your neighbor is giving head to multiple guys. You never see what they look like just their cocks and balls. You've watched it so many times, you know exactly how long it takes for each one to cum. You know every vein, bump and throb of every cock. And you know the one you want to cum with at the same time.
These are quick blow jobs. She sucks each one wasting no time and what cum she doesn't eat is splattered over her face and hair. It's the third one. The mammoth uncut black cock that has a massive load that you want to cum simultaneously with. She deep throats most cocks easily, but this one she can't. The big black hand on her head slams it down repeatedly, making her choke and gag over and over.
You've picked the moment. Right when he says "eat my cum bitch" then explodes in her mouth all over her face. That's the moment. All it's going to take is a couple of strokes for you, so you know you can't touch yourself until that moment.
You take a couple of swigs of your beer, lay back and push the play button. Holding the key in front of your face you smile, then proceed to slip it into the lock.
Wait, what's this? It won't go in? Somethings wrong, it has to be your shaking hands. Willing yourself you hold still and try again. Sweat begins to bead up on your upper lip as you try again and again. Frustration growing with every unsuccessful try.
Pissed off you throw the key across the room and turn off the DVD. You roll over, and throw a tantrum like a 3 yr old. Kicking, beating the bed with your fists and screaming into the pillow.
The phone rings. The caller ID show's it's her. Wait. Take a deep breath you think. Get your composure back, you definitely don't want her to know you're upset like this.
"Hello" you force your voice to sound cheerful on the third ring.
"Hi baby" she sweetly says. "Just wanted to remind you that your dinner is in the fridge, just heat it for a couple of minutes in the microwave." You can hear the smile in her voice. She is very thoughtful about things like that.
"Having fun sweetheart?" you ask.
"Yes, I am. But..." she pauses. "Something's wrong, I can hear it in your voice babe. What is it?"
You start to say that nothing is wrong, but you stop. She always knows when you are lying. And god forbid you lie to her, the consequences are horrid.
"Uh, well." you pause.
"Tell me baby, you know you can tell me anything" the sweetness of her voice drips like honey.
"Uhm, it's about the key." you manage to stammer out.
"Oh, you got it free?"
"Yes. It's free" you whisper.
"Wonderful!" her voice excited. "You did it babe." He wants to shout at her, cuss her out for being so mean as to freeze the wrong key, but he chokes it back.
"It's free, but..." you hesitate.
"But what sweetie? Go ahead, unlock it. I promised you could!"
"But that's it, I can't" you whine.
"Sure you can"
"the key won't fit, it's the wrong key" you sob into the phone, unable to control your emotions any longer.
Silence on the other end. Then giggle, growing louder. "Oh silly me!" she exclaims, " I must have gotten the keys mixed up. Don't worry babe, I'll make sure the right one get's frozen this time, so then next time you get it thawed, it will work."
"But what about now?" you beg pathetically.
"Oh, I have go to, see you later tonight babe. Toodles." she cheerfully says and hangs up before you can respond.
Shocked, you let the phone fall to the ground.
Later that night, you hear her and her friends stumbling in. Giggling drunk. You hear a couple of unfamiliar male voices. You hear them staggering down the hall to the bedroom.
"Here!" slurring her words with excitement. "There I promised you a blow job. He'll give it to you."
"You're hilarious" one of the men's voices garbled from drink spoke.
"No, sweetie, I'm serious. I've trained him to suck cock better than any street corner crack whore around. Go for it" she giggles again. Your face blushes a hot bright red. You know she's right.
One of her girlfriends speaks up. "We get turned on by watching" she purrs seductively.
You hear their zippers go down as they approach the bed and you hungrily lick your lips without realizing it. Like a Pavlov dog.
"Good morning sweetie" she whispers in your ear, stirring you awake. The pain of your cock trying to expand with a morning woodie causes you to gasp. It's been six fucking long weeks of hell since you got the wrong fucking key free. Six weeks of long long edgings, six more weeks of denial, six more weeks. Six fucking weeks!
Then you fully awake. Cheerful again. Today was the day. You were absolutely sure. She was spending the day shopping with her mother. You had told her you planned to go yard sale shopping. It wasn't a lie, you would go later, after you got free. That would give you the excuse you needed to not answer the phone. Lock the door and not let anyone in.
This time you prepared everything in advance. You had the DVD in the player, your beer chilled and waiting. This time you would not delay when the key was thawed. You would open it immediately before doing anything.
Barely unable to contain your excitement, you counted the number of times you chewed your food, so you wouldn't eat too fast. Didn't want to make her suspicious. Forced yourself to do the morning chores slowly, as you peeked at her out of the corner of your eye.
Sighing with relief immediately after she shuts the door you turn to rush to the living room. Then you see it. The key, the one she hangs around her neck on a gold necklace. It's on the table by the door.
Oh wow, you think. She forgot it. You can't stop staring. Pacing back and forth you think. Should I? After all it would give you a lot more time to jack off. And she DID leave it. Maybe she meant for you to find it. As a reward for being so nice. You had been extremely attentive to her needs. Trying to anticipate her every want.
But wait. What if it's a trick? If you use it she might be pissed. And. Well. She did say that when the key was thawed you could unlock. And technically this key wasn't frozen. Oh what did this mean? Back and forth you walked. Trying to decide.
Then you hear the deadbolt unlocking. She peeks in.
"Oh there it is" she says cheerfully as she grabs the necklace. Giving you that look. Now you know. She did it as a test. Relief floods through you. You passed it.
Rushing around the house, you turn off all the lights, close all the blinds. Don't want anyone to think you are home and come knocking on the door. One dim light on the living room. You stop in front of the sofa. Take a deep breath. This is it. You know it in your gut. This time it's going to work.
You kneel down, lift the skirt on the sofa, peer underneath as your hand slides to pull out the things you keep hidden. Wait. It's not there. Frantically, you wave your arm back and forth under. Maybe you accidentally pushed it too far. You reach as far back as you can. Straining to grab anything. Then you feel it. It's a piece of paper.
Your face goes stark as you read the note on it.
"Better luck next time sweetie. You think I didn't know about your stash?"
Enraged you tear the paper into a thousand little pieces. Storm around the room cussing a blue streak.
"God damn, that fucking bitch!" you yell at pieces of paper as you toss them into the air. " I fucking hate that fucking cunt!" Your face red with anger. She's evil, you think. The devils spawn. You just know it. How could any one person be so mean?
With a sad sigh, you sag down onto the floor. You think. I just need to cut the damn lock off, pack my bags and leave. But you know you won't. You're too weak. She's much stronger than you. All you have to do is see her smiling face, hear her sweet voice, and you melt. Powerless to resist her charm.
With a resigned sigh, you stand up. Time to get dressed and go yard saleing after all. You give a longing glance at the frozen jug. The key. You know it's the right one now, you saw her use it on the lock, then place it in the jug. Maybe. Maybe if I'm lucky you think. It will be thawed by the time I get back.
One can always hope.
THE END
This is my third story, the first was "Jesse's Marine" posted in the military and beginnings section under gay male, the second "A New Dawn for Montgomery Chase" or as nifty edited to shorten the title "New Dawn" also under the gay new beginnings section. Both Posted in 2005. The second one is a series, unfinished. Believe it or not, I keep trying to finish it, but have horrible writers block. Feel free to email me at bimale4uxx@yahoo.com with your comments and constructive criticism.
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