2. Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Jason
I came downstairs the next morning to find Mari in the kitchen, drinking coffee and scrolling through her phone. Henry’s wife was beautiful, a brilliant, slightly nerdy doctor. She was Mexican-American, with a gorgeous, curvy body, tan skin, and thick, dark hair that I wanted to sink my hands into. In the theoretical sense, because she was my best friend’s wife, and I would never hurt Henry. Besides, she knew the worst of me. She’d never be interested, even if she didn’t have Henry.
And he was the only person in the world I had any kind of loyalty to, so I tried not to think too hard about how attractive I found his wife. She glanced up at me, her dark eyes wide and curious, and I thought of the back rub she’d given me the night before. She’d kindly explained to me that I might need to accept that I wasn’t cut out for monogamous relationships.
Maybe I wasn’t, but I fucking ached for what she and Henry had.
“Feeling better?” she asked, turning to face me, sipping her coffee.
“I can’t believe I let you tuck me in and give me a back rub like I was a little kid.” I shoved my hands in my pockets and ducked my head, not wanting to admit how much I’d liked it. It was a simple affection that I couldn’t remember anyone in my life giving me. I supposed my mother had, when I was very young, before she’d died.
Mari laughed, the dimple in her left cheek deepening. “Sometimes, I think you’re still stuck in childhood… Well… More like your teen years, because you’re letting your penis make all of your decisions.”
“If only I could get the penis out of the equation, I could find my happily ever after and be like you guys.”
“I don’t think cutting it off is the right answer,” she said, widening her eyes. I burst out laughing.
“Hell no. But, I don’t know. If there was a pill that I could take that would control my libido, I’d be all-in.”
“Or, and hear me out, you could control yourself,” Henry said as he walked into the room, stopping to drop a quick kiss on his wife’s lips. My best friend was a handsome fucker — Asian-American and tall, with an athletic build, dark, smoldering eyes, and cheekbones that could cut glass. And why was I thinking about my best friend’s smoldering eyes? He and Mari together were the kind of deliciousness that I wanted for myself.
Not them specifically. And definitely not both of them. My brain pulled up a quick, super weird image of them together, kissing me good morning like that. Mari would press her soft body against my chest. And Henry… nope. No. I wasn’t going there.
“Fuck off,” I muttered, shutting out those thoughts. He mussed my hair as he walked past, and I batted him away. Henry was always touching me like that. He used to be too physically affectionate with me. Since we were teenagers, I’d shut it down more often than not. I knew he was a touchy-feely person, and he should be able to hug me if he wanted. But sometimes the way his touches made me feel was too much.
“So, I have an idea,” he said, taking something out of the pocket of his sweatpants and tossing it across the counter. Mari yelped and lunged for it before I could truly see what it was, something purple and plastic that looked alarmingly like a sex toy.
“No!” she said, stuffing it into her pocket. “Bad Henry.”
“It’s perfect. We can cage him and he’ll figure out what it’s like to go without orgasms, and realize his dick won’t fall off if he doesn’t fuck every available woman.” Henry’s eyes were sparkling with mischief, and that was always concerning.
Mari’s answering laughter sounded slightly high-pitched and panicked, and she stuffed the toy further into her pocket. “That is insane. Can we talk in the hall?” She tugged on Henry’s arm, but he didn’t budge.
“Cage?” I swallowed, my heart pounding. Henry kissed his wife’s cheek and whispered something in her ear, and Mari sighed and reached into her pocket, producing what was definitely a sex toy.
“He’s being an idiot. Ignore him,” she said, setting it on the counter. “We’re not putting this on you. It’s a terrible joke.” It may have been, but something about the toy sparked my curiosity. I picked it up and turned it over in my hands, feeling an unexpected rush at the shape of it. It was silicone, shaped like a dick, and there was a little padlock at the base.
“Why do you have this?” I asked.
“We dabble in BDSM occasionally,” Henry said at the same time Mari said, “It was a prank.” Mari slapped his shoulder, and he laughed, shaking his head.
“Mari, be honest,” Henry scolded. “There’s no need to lie to Jase. He’s my best friend.”
“Fine, it wasn’t a prank,” she huffed, looking embarrassed. “It’s a legitimate kink, and we were experimenting with it.” She needn’t have been ashamed. The thought of her taking control of Henry like this was… well, it wasn’t grossing me out, that was for sure.
“It’s fun to mix things up,” Henry added. “So we try toys that look interesting. In the end, the cock cage didn’t hit our kinks. The strap-on, that’s another story.”
“Henry!” Mari gasped, poking him. But the cat was out of the bag, and now I had an insanely hot mental image of the couple. Again. I shifted on my stool, trying to control my arousal as my cock thickened up in response to new information. I looked down at the cage, turning it over in my hands.
“So you guys would control when I can have sex?” A strange euphoria washed over me at the thought, making my skin feel itchy and my body restless and warm.
“Or when you can’t have sex,” Henry said.
“My husband is being an idiot. Tell him that. You can manage your own cock cage. Or not have a cock cage.”
I smiled, rubbing my thumb over the smooth purple silicone, more intrigued than I wanted to admit. My cock swelled at the thought of being controlled to such an extent, and being controlled by my best friend and his sexy wife.
Well, that part wouldn’t work. I could find a dominatrix to do it. But the thought of letting anyone else have that kind of control over me made me a little woozy. I tuned out Henry and Mari while they bickered good-naturedly about Henry showing me their sex toys, which made me wonder what other kinds of sex toys they had, which made me picture Mari, cuffed to the bed, as Henry and I tortured her with vibrators.
“Fuck,” I whispered, and my friends stopped arguing and looked at me. I shrugged, meeting Henry’s eyes. For a minute, I imagined what it would be like to say yes, but I couldn’t put that kind of pressure on this couple who meant so much to me. It would change everything, and not for the better. I picked up the cage and stuffed it in my hoodie pocket and stood up. “I think I’ll try it and see what it feels like. In the meantime, I’ll get out of your hair.”
“You don’t have to go,” Mari said. “You could stay for breakfast?”
“Nah, you both have to work today. I’m going to head home to wallow. Or find a Tinder hookup. You never know.”
Mari huffed out a breath, looking irritated, but she gave me a hug, one that lasted a little too long, like she was truly worried about me. No one ever worried about me. When his wife backed off, I turned to my best friend and studied him. Henry hadn’t said anything in a minute, and he sighed, and for once hugged me as well. And shit, why didn’t I let him hug me? It was so good to have his arms around me, reassuring and strong.
He made me feel like I was a kid again, back when he was the only person in the world who mattered to me. I pulled him close and buried my head against his shoulder and breathed him in, the way I used to when we were younger, before I’d started to feel awkward showing this kind of affection. Henry smelled like he always did, like spice and pine. Like home.
He stepped back before I did, and I ducked my head, not wanting to make eye contact with either of them. Mari smiled and rubbed my shoulder.
“It’ll all be okay,” she said. “You’ll be back to your old fuckboy ways in no time.”
She couldn’t possibly have been more wrong, and I needed to prove that to her. I climbed into my Land Rover, fiddling with the toy in my pocket the whole way home, and when I got to my condo, I couldn’t stop myself from stripping and racing into the bathroom to find some lube. I fingered the little key. A cage to contain my cock. It was crazy, right?
I fitted it over myself, looping a silicone ring around my balls, and pressing myself into the cage part. It looked a bit like a rubber dick, but with a slit for me to pee through.
“This is insane.” And so was talking to myself. I locked the lock and walked around my condo in the buff, letting my body adjust to the restrictive weight of it. I wondered what it would be like to have Mari put it on me, to let her hold the key, and a rough breath shuddered through me as my cock swelled, pressing painfully against the restriction of the silicone. It was too much, and I reached for the key, popping it open and jerking my cock as I imagined being owned by my best friend and his wife.
Or, no, someone more appropriate than that. A hot dominatrix. But every time I tried to push a different daydream into my mind, Henry and Mari kept popping back up,
I was so screwed.