The next morning.

Michael woke up much later than usual the following day. That might have been good, as he was apprehensive about meeting the man Sarah had brought home. He grabbed a bathrobe, gingerly opened the door, and headed to the kitchen. He looked around the corner and, to his slight relief, only saw Sarah eating a toast. She looked up, and he asked.

"Is he still here?" She shook her head and said.

"No, he left earlier." Michael could breathe out. There wouldn't be an awkward first meeting. He entered the kitchen to have breakfast and sat down next to her. There was an awkward silence between them, and Michael broke it.

"How was your night, roomy?" He nudged her side, and Sarah's face broke into a smile. The tension started to dissipate.

"OMG, amazing! I had such a good night, but I heard my roomy was very naughty, though. Listening in on his roommate at her door. I'm supposed to talk to him about it today. What do you think I should say?" she said playfully, glancing over at him. Michael got up and made his way to the toaster.

"I don't know, you tell me." Sarah got up and walked up behind him.

"I don't think words are enough, you know. Actions speak so much louder, don't you think?" She grabbed his caged dick from behind and her other hand under his chin. This surprised Michael, and he froze up.

"Y-yes," he said, unsure where all this was leading.

"Maybe I should punish him a little for being such a perv?" Sarah didn't know where she was going with this, but he found it very arousing. He closed his eyes and let her manhandle him, and she kept teasing his locked dick and squeezing his balls while she continued.

"Maybe, I should keep him locked in chastity as it seems he hasn't learned his lesson." Sarah stood there and didn't move, but he moaned his displeasure.

"No, please..." he said while she continued teasing him.

"Then how am I supposed to punish my perverted cuck?" No answer, but precum was dripping profusely from his caged cock. The toaster pinged, and the spell was broken. She let go of him and said.

"Well, I have to figure something out." She returned to her bar stool and Michael opened his eyes. God, it was frustrating when she did that to him. He took his slice of toast and sat down to eat it, looking disgruntled. Sarah caressed his cheek with her hand.

"You have to tell me if I'm too hard on you. You know that, right?" Michael looked up and met her now much softer features.

"We're doing this together, and we are supposed to have fun with it. Not just me, so if you want to stop or change something, you have to tell me."