5. Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Jason
Mari had only wanted me to wear the cage for a few hours after I left them, but I found it comfortable enough to leave on. Or perhaps I wasn’t yet ready to ask them to take it off.
The next day was pure torture, and I was confused and aroused by the thought of what they’d done to me. Were we training me to only get aroused by them, not anyone else? Or were we training my cock not to need sex? Because at this point, it seemed like the opposite was happening. My attention was laser-focused on anything sexually arousing, from the woman in a shampoo commercial, to the way the soft fabric of my t-shirt fluttered against my nipples in the breeze.
I supposed that if it taught me control, that control would translate to whoever I dated next, but the longer I wore the cage, the more I wondered about that wild thought I’d had when he caged me. Why had it felt so damn much like I was supposed to belong to Mari and Henry? My sleep was restless, the cage preventing me from my usual evening ritual, and when I woke the next morning, I felt swollen and achy inside the cage. I picked up my phone and called Henry.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“I can’t handle the cage, man.” My cheeks flushing as I admitted it.
“That’s fine. It was probably a dumb idea anyway,” Henry said, laughing softly. “Afterwards, when you insisted on wearing it, Mari got worried. Why don’t you drop by this morning and we’ll handle it?”
I took a shaky breath and nodded, getting dressed. Mari would be at work, hopefully, so I wouldn’t have to face her in my humiliating defeat. Henry would understand. My best friend would give me shit, but he was a good person. We’d been through everything together. When I got there, Henry was in sweats, lounging on the couch, watching an episode of his nerdy Doctor Who shows.
He and his sister ran a restaurant in town, one they’d inherited from their mother, and he rarely worked this early in the day. The key sat on the table in front of him, glistening in the sun, calling to me. He picked it up and came to greet me, went to hand me the key, and at the last minute, closed his fist around it, not letting me have it.
“Come on,” I said, trying to grab it out of his hand.
“Why do you want to take it off?” He taunted me, running behind the sofa.
“I just do. Don’t you think I should take it off?” I cleared my throat and stopped chasing him. Henry searched my face and smiled a little.
“Well, if it’s painful, yes. If you think it’s doing damage, or irritating your skin, definitely. If you just want to take the cage off because you’re desperate to orgasm, I think you can last a little while longer. It’s only been what? 36 hours?”
I huffed out a breath, crossing my arms over my chest, hating his answer. “It’s not painful. It’s surprisingly comfortable.” I frowned. “Don’t I have a safe word?”
His eyebrows shot up. “Are you using your safe word? Say the word and it’s over. Watermelon, right?”
Shit. He had to call my bluff, didn’t he? “I can use my safe word because I want to come?”
“It’s a safe word for a fun sex game. You’re not breaking out of prison. If this gets to be too much for you, just communicate that.” He was smirking at me, his eyes full of laughter.
I made a face at him. “I’m not using my safe word. Most of the time. I like the weight of it. But…”
“You want to fuck?”
I laughed. “Or jerk off at least. I’m so goddamn horny it’s all I can think about. If I shift position a little, I know it’s there. The pressure against me is a constant reminder, taunting me with what I’m not allowed to have.”
Eying me, Henry stuffed the key back into his pocket, shaking his head, a half smile tilting his lips. “You should adjust to it after a few days. Like a ring or a watch, you start to forget it’s there.”
“Not this.” I shook my head. “And I can’t stop playing with my ass.”
Henry swallowed, and I watched the muscles of his throat work, oddly fascinated. Had his throat always been so tempting? How was this damn cage making even a man’s neck into a sex object? He glanced out the window for a moment, and if I wasn’t mistaken, he was taking calming breaths. Finally, he stopped and turned back to me, folding his hands in front of him.
“Listen, there’s nothing wrong with taking a break. You’ve done well so far, and if you need a little time to clean up, do your business, I can unlock you and you can shower. But if down deep, you’re protesting because you want me to force you to wear it longer, I’ll force you to wear it longer.” His gruff statement send a shudder of unexpected down my spine, and I swallowed hard, refusing to say anything. It made no sense, but I wasn’t ready to use the safeword. I wasn’t ready for a break, and I my stomach ached at the thought of him letting me determine that.
He was supposed to decide if I’d been a good boy for long enough.
Good boy? Shit. I was even less ready to admit that I was loving this, but he took my non-answer as an answer. He nodded and stepped back, reaching for his car keys.
“Come on, let’s go get breakfast.”
“But I…” My voice came out as a whine, and I felt the flush rise to my cheeks. Henry shook his head and held the door open for me. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected him to do. Fuck me? Praise me for doing so well and suck me off?
Okay, yeah, definitely that one. Not that I would ask for it.
“You can think about that key in my pocket and how it controls you the entire time we’re eating breakfast burritos at Lanie’s,” he said, winking. “If you’re good, I’ll touch you on the outside of the cage after we’re done.”
“Would that be wrong? Would Mari be mad?”
He chuckled gruffly. “Mari will go crazy if I send her a photo of my hand on your caged dick. She’s so turned on by all of this. I’ve never seen her so desperate for sex before. You’ve been excellent for my marriage.”
“Really?” My cheeks had to be so red they could be seen from space. Thinking about Mari getting off to the fantasy of me was delicious and enticing. I squirmed a little in my seat as Henry reached across and buckled me in like I was something delicate and precious, something that belonged to him.
“We fucked several times yesterday after you left, and again this morning. Your cock cage is making me a very happy man,” Henry said, leaning down to kiss my forehead. Why was he giving me this strangely loving sort of physical affection? Why did I want more of it? I tipped up my chin, hoping for a real kiss, but he pulled away. Which was good, because I didn’t really want to kiss him. Did I?
When we arrived at our favorite breakfast spot, a slightly run-down little diner, he slid into the seat next to mine, instead of sitting across from me like usual, and sat strangely close, finding inconsequential ways to caress me, and also to take care of me. “Besides, if Mari can touch your cock, I can, too. And I’ve wanted to for so damn long.”
I swallowed. “You have?” I asked.
He nodded, darting a look at my crotch before he spread a napkin over my lap. “You don’t think that bullshit about how you weren’t my type was true, did you?”
“Kind of?”
He snorted. “You, my dear, clueless best friend, were responsible for my bisexual awakening.” His eyes darted down to my crotch. “And this is taking it to a whole new level, hitting kinks I didn’t know I had.”
I needed something, anything, to distract us from this outrageous conversation. “So are you a dom? You seem a little like that with me, so I thought maybe yes. But why would a dom buy himself a cock cage?”
He laughed, pulling out our menu. “Mari and I are both switches. We like to play with control and power. I’m a bit of a masochist when in the mood, but mostly a soft dom. And occasionally, I like to be tied up and edged. And Mari is… fun. She’s sort of up for anything, and she loves to experiment.”
“Fun like she pegs you?” I looked around the cafe, heart pounding as I realized that someone might have heard me say that, but no one in the little cafe was looking our way.
“Yeah.”
The conversation stalled as the server came by with coffees. Henry took the lead, thanking her and chatting a little before ordering breakfast burritos for us both. When she left, he glanced at me, then took a big gulp of his coffee. I watched his throat work again for a moment before I realized what I was doing.
“So, you like to… um, bottom?”
“I top, or I top from the bottom.” He winked. I didn’t exactly know what that meant, but I was a little afraid to ask. “But I haven’t done any of that since Mari. For a long time, I was convinced she was all I needed.”
“And now?”
He glanced at me. “You’ve got me confused. But I want to take care of you.”
“You’ve always done that. Remember when we were kids and my dad was out of town and you made sure I ate healthy meals, or slept in your room.”
“You slept in my bed in, and I’m realizing how odd the snuggling might have been as we got older.” He grinned, rubbing a hand over my thigh. “And how right it felt.”
“It did feel right.” I sighed. “I’m sorry I pulled away from all of that when you came out as bisexual. It was stupid. I craved it and it scared me.”
“Craved it?”
“Not sexually. I craved the affection you used to give me.” I glanced down at his hand, where it rested on my leg. “Or at least, I didn’t think it was sexual. Hell, I don’t know, maybe it always was.” And cautiously, I moved his hand to cover the bulge of the cock cage in my pants. He let out a shaky breath and leaned down, brushing his lips close to my ear, but not quite kissing me.
“I want this to be mine. My property. And I want to watch you stretch my wife open and make her come so damn hard,” he murmured, and my cock ached more than ever to escape the confines of the damn cage. My hips jolted up into his touch, my body shaking. He moved his hand away as the server walked up and dropped off our food. While we ate, he dropped the sex talk, focusing instead on our plans for the rest of the summer as we ate. But when he got back into my SUV, he took the driver’s seat, and hidden by the tinted windows, he turned to me.
“Show me,” he said, taking out his phone.
“What?”
“I’m going to show her.” He frowned and tilted his head. “I’d better ask first. You, take your shirt off and open your pants.” He typed out a quick message while I stared blankly at him, then did as I was told. Like a good boy. Why did I ache for him to tell me I was a good boy?
“Why is my shirt off again?” I asked as I unbuttoned my pants, my cheeks flushing as I pulled out my caged cock for inspection.
“She’ll like that in the photo, sexy boy,” he said, winking. “Your body is incredible. We appreciate all of your hard work in the gym.” My cock twitched hard enough that the cage jolted, and Henry laughed, reaching out and touching me.
“Fuck,” I whispered. I wanted him to kiss me, but he was only teasing me, stroking the strips of skin that showed through my cage and jerking the cage itself until I groaned, bucking my hips up against his hands, desperate for something. And the whole time, he was filming me. My heart pounded and my body felt restless, every nerve ending firing. The seat was too scratchy against my back, my jeans too tight against my hips. I watched as my best friend bit his lip and hit send.
“My first sex tape,” I whispered.
“Want to see how sexy you are?” he asked, handing me his phone as he turned and buckled his seatbelt, putting my SUV into drive and heading back to his house. I hit play, watching the video. Had I really whined like that when he’d cupped my balls? A message popped up from Mari, and she sounded a little grumpy about being at work. But she wasn’t mad at him for doing this. She wanted to play with me, too.
The knowledge made my body restless, and I bounced my knee, trying to chase away that energy. I stared at Henry as he drove, knowing that I couldn’t possibly lose him. He was the only person in my life who cared about me, and if fucking around with him and his wife was going to mess all of that up, I wouldn’t let it happen.
“I want out of this goddamn cage,” I growled, tugging my shirt and pants back into place. “This is insane. I’m not going to fuck you, Henry. You’re too important to me.”
He pulled into his driveway and chewed his bottom lip, shooting me a long look. His expression was unreadable, but I always got the sense that he saw everything, all the emotions that boiled inside me.
“If you say so. You like this, though.”
I blew out a breath, staring out the window at their house. “I’m going to go home.”
“You can come in? Hang out? I’ll stop messing with the sexy stuff if it bothers you.”
“Nah, I don’t want to be in your way.” I hopped out of my side of the SUV, fighting back a strange urge to wrap myself up in him and ask him to make it better, to fix me. If I let him inside me, let him own me, would it be okay? But he had Mari, and I had vowed a long time ago to never mess up his relationship with his wife.
He sighed, studying me for a moment before he nodded and climbed out, waving a little dejectedly as I climbed into the driver’s seat, backed out of his driveway and took off. It was for the best. Things were getting too mixed up and complicated, and that was dangerous.
But he hadn’t taken off the cage.