CHAPTER 15 #2
I did enjoy being someone’s first.
Brax (the cowboy)
If you’ve never worn a cage on your penis, I’d be the first to tell you, it’s not fucking fun.
Initially, the cold steel had been somewhat pleasant against my overheated skin.
But it only went downhill from there. Between the all-encompassing metal contraption that constricted my dick and the ring that tightly cinched my balls, I could’ve gone my entire life without one, and I would’ve died a happy man.
“Hmm,” Zeke said with a smirk. “Looks like the cowboy needs a large ring like the pretty boy, after all.”
I experienced a moment of relief while he switched the two out, but that didn’t last long. Once again, he was putting that vicious metal ring around my balls and my cock, effectively crushing them together. And, okay, fine. They weren’t exactly crushed, but there was no way to ignore it, either.
Once that was finished and Zeke snapped the padlock on, he seemed rather pleased by the fact that he now held the keys to our ultimate happiness. Quite literally.
“Now under the bed,” Zeke instructed once he’d taken his time admiring his handiwork before releasing the restraints on our ankles and wrists.
Another thing to note, moving with that torture device crimping your balls wasn’t a walk in the park.
I took several deep breaths as I inched off the bed and forced my legs to hold me up.
Once I took a few steps, it wasn’t horrible.
I could get used to it if I had to. Hopefully, it wouldn’t come to that.
Case didn’t seem to have the same problems I was. That or he was entertaining himself by focusing on the cage now covering my dick, because his eyes seemed glued to the spot.
“Come on, ladies,” Zeke taunted, motioning to the door leading to the dark space beneath his bed. “No time like the present.”
I bent over and peered at the king-sized square of carpet where we would sleep.
I was a little concerned Case was going to have a panic attack once he found himself caged beneath Zeke’s bed.
While the bars were spaced apart and there was plenty of air circulating through the room, I wasn’t sure he could withstand being locked inside.
Not after what had happened at the apartment on Friday.
Case, on the other hand, did not appear at all fazed by the prospect of being treated like a dog.
He quickly dropped to all fours and crawled through the cage door, then moved over to one side.
Although there was roughly two and a half feet of space between the floor and the underside of the bed, there was no way for Case to sit up, so he leaned on his elbow.
I followed, crawling like an animal into his kennel, not sure what else I could do.
It wasn’t like Zeke was giving us an option here.
I watched Zeke’s legs retreat as he disappeared from the bedroom. He returned a minute later, tossing two pillows and two large blankets onto the floor.
“Of course, I want you to be comfortable,” he said with a sardonic laugh. “Come on, Tank. Time for bed.”
Tank dutifully jumped up on the bed without giving us so much as a second glance. I wondered if the dog felt sorry for us. I’d never seen him caged before, but surely he’d experienced it a time or two.
Once Tank was out of view, Zeke’s hand appeared on the cage door. It closed with a clang, and then he snapped a padlock into place.
“Sleep tight,” he said mockingly.
The bed groaned above us when Zeke crawled in while Case worked to spread one of the blankets out on the carpet. When he had it positioned to his liking, I peered over to check on him. Oddly enough, he was smiling.
“Why are you smiling?” I whispered.
He shook his head and then moved the pillows before reaching for me and pulling me down with him. In an instant, he was spooning behind me, and I let out a relieved sigh. He pulled the second blanket over us, then inched closer.
His mouth pressed to my ear. “I’ll take sleepin’ in a cage if it means I get to sleep with you.”
The light suddenly clicked off, the room pitch-black in an instant. Case moved in closer, his arm going over me as he tucked me in close to his body. I tried to ignore the cage on my dick, but it was damned uncomfortable. I figured that was part of it. I wasn’t supposed to enjoy this.
“Good night, babe,” Case whispered, his voice so low it was almost impossible to hear. “I love you.”
“Quiet!” Zeke barked.
Rather than speak and risk angering Zeke further, I patted his arm and forced my eyes closed.
It didn’t take long before I was drifting off, feeling oddly like an animal at the zoo while my boyfriend was practically wrapped around me.
*
I awoke to the repeated bleep of an alarm followed by a grunt. I slowly opened my eyes, taking stock of my surroundings. I was glad I didn’t bolt upright, or I would’ve probably knocked myself out. I was still imprisoned beneath Zeke’s bed, Case’s warm body pressing intimately behind me.
A few seconds after my eyes opened, discomfort registered in my nether region. It was then I remembered that damn chastity device. For those keeping track, morning wood did not do well with a chastity device.
Who the hell came up with that idea anyway?
Metal clanging on metal had me shifting to peer down at the bottom of the bed.
“Time to get up,” Zeke called out before the door swung open and his footsteps retreated.
I nudged Case. He mumbled something back but didn’t move.
“Get up,” I told him. “Unless you want to endure his wrath.”
“Hmm?” Case tried to move closer. The man wasn’t a morning person.
“Up. Now,” I told him before throwing the blanket off and crawling out from under the bed. I started to head for the bathroom, but then paused. How the hell was I supposed to take a piss with this thing on my dick?
“Come here, cowboy.” Zeke’s deep voice sounded from somewhere behind me. I turned, searching the darkness for him. My eyes focused enough to see he was standing by the bathroom door.
A minute later, my dick was freed from its metal dungeon.
“Thank you, Zeke,” I offered before rushing out of the room and into the bathroom down the hall.
After relieving myself, I washed my hands and my face and stared back at the guy in the mirror. He didn’t look like a man who had spent the night sleeping on the floor beneath a monster’s bed. A smile formed, but I wasn’t sure why it was there.
I never expected I’d be the type to enjoy this sort of torture.
I didn’t think I would’ve fared well in an abduction scenario, but this was different.
While Zeke had taken away my options, I knew I still had an out.
Perhaps that was why I maintained my sanity, why I looked forward to whatever demented thing he had in store for me next.
I left the bathroom and headed to the guest room where I kept my things.
I pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt before padding on bare feet toward the hallway.
I wanted to get started on breakfast. I knew it would be an hour before Zeke and Case came up from the gym, so I had some time.
However, I wasn’t the sort to rush things when I went to work.
As I reached the stairs I heard someone groan. I paused just outside Zeke’s bedroom door.
“Who fucking owns you?” Zeke’s deep voice bellowed.
“You, Zeke,” Case cried out.
I took a step closer until I was in the doorway. Neither man saw me because they were facing away from the door. Zeke had Case bent over his bed, his cock shoved deep inside him.
“That’s right. I own you. Your body belongs to me and only me.”
Case grunted as Zeke fucked him roughly, slamming into him. It was hard to believe that we’d all been asleep not even ten minutes ago, and now Zeke was brutally fucking Case as though he’d been storing up his energy for days.
“Who do you want plowing this ass, pretty boy?”
“You, Zeke. Only you.”
My heart tightened at Case’s words. They sounded desperate yet sincere.
It caused a queasy feeling to ignite in my gut.
Could that be true? Could Case be slipping out of my grasp already?
We’d only been here a few days. Based on the way he’d curled up next to me, admitting he would sleep in a cage rather than a bed just so he could be near me, made me believe that wasn’t true.
“I own you, pretty boy,” Zeke growled.
The light spilling from the bathroom allowed me to make out both of them.
Zeke’s hands curled over Case’s shoulders as he jerked him closer every time his hips thrust forward, causing Case to grunt and moan.
He did that with me, too. When I fucked Case, I could be as rough as I wanted, and he was usually begging and pleading for me to come in his ass.
“You should be honored that I give you my cock, pretty boy. Grateful that I waste any of my time on you,” Zeke continued.
“I am, Zeke. Fuck. I want you to own me. Every part of me.”
That sickening feeling turned to dread as my heart lurched into my throat.
It was one thing for Case to agree to those things when it was part of the game we were playing.
Like the time in the basement. I had understood what Zeke was doing.
The humiliation only made it hotter. But they didn’t know I was here.
Case didn’t realize I was watching, listening.
He was saying these things because he wanted to please Zeke.
Not because humiliating me was going to get me off.
“By the time I’m done with you, I will own every part of you,” Zeke declared as he reached around Case and jerked him upright, Case’s back pressing up against Zeke’s chest. The Sadist’s hand wrapped around Case’s throat as he continued to fuck him, his hips jerking forward while Case pressed against him.
“Every fucking part of you,” Zeke reiterated. “You’ll be begging me for scraps. I’ll be the reason you wake up, the reason you breathe. I’ll fill your every thought.”
“Yes,” Case groaned. “Fuck, yes.”
“Tell me,” Zeke insisted. “Tell me who you fucking belong to.”
“You, Zeke. Only you.”
For a second, I thought I would vomit, but I choked it down as I tore my gaze away. I forced my legs to move, rushing down the stairs. I stumbled through the living room and right to the kitchen. I needed water. Hell, I needed air.
When Tank stared up at me from his position by the back door, I took that as a sign. I hurried to let him out, then walked out onto the back deck. The sun was just coming up, the morning breeze cool, a new day starting.
Yet here I was, wondering if maybe we could go back to yesterday.
Better yet, last week.