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Chapter 4

Jason

Henry invited me over a few nights later, and I was so keyed up from playing with the cage that I could barely think straight.

“Are you wearing it?” he asked, and I knew immediately that he was thinking about it too. He was thinking about my cock locked up, about controlling my sexuality. Did it turn him on the way it turned me on? I studied his face, but couldn’t read anything in his eyes. He’d come out to me as bisexual when we were teenagers, but had always assured me he had no interest in me. I wasn’t his type.

Or did wearing a cock cage make me his type? He’d been with Mari so long that I didn’t know what kind of men he preferred.

“No. I think I need someone to control it for me. Caging myself didn’t…” I halted, realizing that I’d been about to say it didn’t turn me on. I couldn’t admit that to Henry, could I? Mari was in the kitchen, typing on a laptop, but the typing had stopped when I spoke, and when I looked up, she was staring at me. My body flushed all over. “I think I’m going to find someone to hold the keys, you know? Otherwise, it won’t stop anything.”

“Yeah,” Henry said, grinning. “So you want a domme, huh? She could spank you when you get cheeky? Or maybe she’d edge you until you’re losing your mind.” Something about the way he said that made me think he had some experience with edging. Mari certainly wasn’t submissive, but perhaps Henry enjoyed submissive men. Or maybe Mari edged him.

I groaned, closing my eyes and leaning back against the headrest of the sofa. “I didn’t say that.” When I opened my eyes, Mari was still staring at me.

“Does it fit?” she asked. “It was comfortable when you tried it?”

“Yeah, I guess. As long as my dick didn’t start to get hard.” My heart was in my throat, but that was probably because of the insanity of this conversation. I swallowed, trying to chase the tight feeling away.

“You need to be with someone you completely trust when you engage in this kind of play. You can’t pick some random woman and let her cage you up,” she said, walking over and sitting on the coffee table in front of us. Her eyes were serious, her words firm. “You could get hurt. Emotionally or physically. I want you to be safe.”

“Are you worried about me, Mar?” I teased.

“Always,” she whispered, holding eye contact as she reached out and cupped my cheek. And I realized in that moment that her eyes weren’t brown at all, but hazel, flecked with gold and green around the irises.

“I thought you didn’t like me.” I glanced towards Henry, who was watching us, a curious look in his eyes.

She laughed. “You’re completely obnoxious, but you’re my friend, too. I’ve known you almost as long as Henry has, and I know you have a good heart. I want you to be safe, okay?”

“So why don’t you guys do it? You and Henry can hold the keys to my sex life. You guys would keep me safe.” Once the words were out of my mouth, I couldn’t believe I’d said them, and Mari’s eyes widened, her pupils dilating. She licked her lips and swallowed, starting to speak, but stopping, glancing frantically at Henry. Did she like the idea? Did he? A tense silence stretched between us, making me nervous.

“Okay,” Henry said, and Mari cleared her throat, looking wide-eyed at her husband. But then she nodded. My cock was painfully hard now, straining at my jeans to be free, and I couldn’t help myself. I reached down and pressed my palm against it, groaning.

“He really is controlled by his dick.” Mari’s worried expression evaporated as her dimple flashed, her eyes sparkling. “Well. No time like the present. Did you bring the cage?” She stood, reaching into a drawer for something — a bottle of lube. They kept lube in their living room and she knew right where to find it. Fuck, I wanted a peek into their sex life.

She walked towards me with a challenge in her eyes, and I wondered if she didn’t believe I’d do it. I stood as well and reached for my belt buckle and carefully slipped it open, unbuttoned my pants, and shoved my pants and my underwear around my hips, letting my semi-hard cock spring free. Mari gasped, reaching out to touch me as if in a daze.

“Damn, you’re big,” Henry muttered, his eyes on his wife’s hand as it wrapped around my cock. Mari’s hand was around my cock. My heart was beating so hard it might escape my rib cage. I met Henry’s eyes and wondered if he was thinking about what I’d look like railing his wife. She stroked me, a gentle, barely there caress that changed everything about the relationship between the three of us in an instant.

I swallowed as the realization dawned. I was theirs. Had I always wanted to be theirs? I kind of thought so.

Henry palmed his own erection through his jeans, and I stared at the big outline of it, my mouth watering as unexpected thoughts popped into my head. I’d always let my sexuality control me, and this was no different. Today, my dick was leading me down a strange new path. I needed to remind myself that it was one I couldn’t return from.

“I don’t want to lose you guys,” I choked out, and Henry moved closer, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. His embrace was tight and commanding, and it centered my spinning thoughts.

“You won’t, Jase. Never,” he whispered, his mouth against my throat. His hot breath made me tremble, and I pressed back into him, loving the weight of his erection against my ass.

“Is this why you’re such a slut?” While Henry’s voice had been full of emotion, Mari remained clinical as she opened the cage and applied some lube to it. “You want to show your gorgeous porn star dick to everyone?” Behind me, Henry pressed closer, holding me trapped. It was intimate, but I trusted him, loved him. A shudder wracked my body as Mari’s lubed hand slipped down my length, covering my shaft and balls in the slick liquid.

“It’s okay, man. We’ve got you.” Henry’s words vibrated against my throat, sending a new shiver down my spine. He was so firm, all hard muscle and strength, and it felt good. He fit against me, his heat molding into mine, and his scent surrounded me, reminding me of everything he meant to me.

“I can’t believe you’re letting your wife handle me like this,” I whispered, trying to make light of the situation. Maybe he wouldn’t notice my heart racing, or the way my hips jolted forward as she squeezed the tip of my dick, milking out some pre-cum and spreading it over my shaft.

He laughed. “I’m so damn turned on by the way she’s touching you, and the way she’s responding.” There was no way Mari didn’t notice the way my cock twitched when Henry spoke. She had her hand on it, after all. Henry shifted, pressing his own erection against my ass.

“Jason, you’re not supposed to be hard right now. This cage is rather small.” She was so focused on her task that I wasn’t sure if she was into it, but talking about not getting an erection while handling my cock only made me swell up more. Was she as aroused as Henry and I were?

“How can I not be turned on? Henry is hard, too,” I choked out. “You’re touching me.”

“Do you think about me touching you, Jason?” she asked, her eyebrows shooting up. “Do I make you hard?”

“Yes. Of course, yes,” I whispered. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Mari.”

I tried to focus on how embarrassing this was, hoping it would bring my arousal down. But the heat of shame only made my body quiver with excitement, and there was no containing my reaction to that. There was no way she could get that little cage around me.

Mari didn’t seem as worried as I was. She took her time, liberally spreading lube over my cock, almost as if she wanted to give me a hand job. I groaned, pressing into her touch, lost in the beautiful woman in front of me. Henry shifted his hold a little, pressing me back, so I was braced against him. She raised an eyebrow, shooting me a wicked grin, and reached for an ice cube out of her water glass.

“Oh god, no,” I groaned.

But she moved it closer, teasing me with it for a moment before she pressed it against the head of my cock, a sharp sting of cold making me whimper and struggle against Henry’s grip. He held tight.

She grinned, biting her bottom lip.

“Shit, Mari. You’re enjoying toying with him,” Henry said, his voice raw.

“You’re enjoying pinning him down while I do it,” she said, shrugging. My pain turned them on? I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but I was finally soft enough for her to fit the ring over my cock and balls. She was gentle as she attached the cage and closed the silicone around my cock, snapping the lock shut, and putting the key around her neck. As if to test the cage, she gave it a playful squeeze.

Thinking about them toying with me like this more, I started to get hard again, but the confines of the cage grew too snug, preventing me from getting fully erect. I moaned softly, rubbing a hand over the cage.

“Wear it around for a little while, see what you think,” Mari said, stepping back. I stood there for a moment, my heart pounding, frozen in place. They went back to making dinner, pulling the leftovers out of the microwave, and setting plates on the table as if they hadn’t just changed my life. When they teased me about standing there like an idiot, I pulled up my pants and sat down to eat with them, maintaining a low level of arousal as I thought about what they now knew about me. They were both clearly aroused, kissing and touching more than usual throughout dinner.

Would Henry bend her over the table and fuck her? Would he let me watch, or let me lick her clean?

“What are you thinking about?” Henry asked as we put the dishes in the dishwasher. “You barely talked throughout dinner.”

“Nothing,” I muttered, too embarrassed to admit the truth. Too desperate to get away from them, to lose myself in wild fantasies about the kinky thing they’d done to me. “I’d better go.”

I jetted out of the house fast enough that it was probably a little rude. When I got home, I ripped off my clothes, desperate for the kind of release I found while thinking about them, but my fucking caged cock ached every time I tried to get hard. I closed my eyes, running my hands over my body. My skin was on fire. I circled my asshole with a groan, my eyes widening at the intensified pleasure there.

“Fuck,” I mumbled, turning toward the bathroom and looking at myself in the mirror. How could I be this turned on without even being able to rub one out? Anticipation swelled in my chest, and suddenly, I couldn’t wait to see what my next few days would be like, trapped in a cage that they controlled.

I pinched my nipples. They seemed more sensitive than ever. My hands wander down my chest, exploring the way my skin felt, how responsive I was. I rubbed my cock through the cage. The latex was cool against my skin, and my cock completely trapped. Even trying to squeeze the cage did little.

But there were still ways to pleasure myself, right? I pumped a little lube onto my finger and hesitantly pressed it against my hole, shuddering at the strangely pleasurable sensation. Like my nipples, it seemed to grow more sensitive the more I touched myself there. With a deep breath, I pushed a finger inside, gasping as I stretched my insides and worked my way deeper until I hit bottom, and added another finger. I was so tight I could only manage two, but the way it made me feel was incredible.

I closed my eyes, imagining being Henry and Mari’s pet. What would it be like to be their slave? To be so bound to them that they could fuck me any way they wanted and I would happily submit to whatever they needed? Henry wouldn’t even need to remove my cage to use my hole, and Mari could demand I make her come with my hands and my mouth.

My body shook, my nerves sensitive to every touch. If this was how intense it was after three hours, how would I handle myself after a full day? A week?