Page 10 of Caged for Them

Why had I said all of that? Was he upset? Fear made my throat close up for a moment. “Yeah. I mean, I think I want to find someone who can own my dick like this. I like it. But I don’t want to do this to you.”

The silence stretched on the line far longer than I would have expected it to. Finally, he blew out a breath. “Why don’t you come over here? I’ll give you the key to unlock the cage.”

“But without the cage…”

“Oh my god, man. You won’t run out and accidentally fuck some chick at 4:30 AM. You can take a break from the cage.”

My lips ticked up into an involuntary smile. “All right. I just… I felt so free, not having to worry about it.”

“I’ll think about a solution. Maybe we need to get you fitted for one that works better. Why don’t you come over?” And yeah, that was my life, talking to my best friend about getting fitted for a cock cage.

“Okay,” I said after a beat. “Thank you. For everything. For sticking by me when everyone else thought I was a lost cause.” I found my keys and jogged out to my truck in my pajamas, making the drive to Henry and Mari’s house in record time.

When I got there, Henry was awake, waiting in the living room, wearing a loose pair of pajama pants and no shirt. Where the hell was his shirt? My mouth went dry, and I had an irrational impulse to serve him, to lick every inch of my best friend’s body and make him happy. He handed me the key, looking a little embarrassed. Or maybe he was upset with me. Because I’d failed? The thought made my chest squeeze.

My hand shook as I fumbled with the key, and I couldn’t stop the strange whimper that escaped me. Henry was up and in front of me in an instant, taking the key from my fingers, his eyes searching mine.

“Does it hurt that much?” he asked, his caretaker side taking over as he gently handled my junk, no longer worried about embarrassment. He opened the cage quickly, groaning softly as I hardened in his hands.

“No,” I whispered. “That wasn’t…”

“He doesn’t want to unlock himself.” Mari’s voice made us both look up, and she walked across the room and cupped my cheek, her touch gentle. “Sweetie, I gave you the extra key. It’s okay to use it if it hurts.” She was achingly beautiful in a small pair of shorts and a camisole, her nipples hard and jutting against the thin fabric.

“I know. I just…”

Henry frowned. “You had an extra key? Why the fuck did you call me at 4:30 am then?”

“Because he doesn’t want to unlock himself,” Mari repeated, rolling her eyes. “But if he’s being a good boy, he needs to unlock himself if he ever suspects the cage is unsafe, right?”

Why did those words make a smile creep across my face?Good boy.I bit the inside of my cheek to put a stop to my involuntary reaction. “Yes, ma’am.”

Mari took the cage from Henry and checked me over, running her fingers over the raw spot at the base of my cock with a concerned frown. “If we’re going to keep this on you, I think we need to shave you or get you waxed and maintain that. It could be the hair that was chafing. Let me put a little cream on it. It’s not too bad, and it’ll probably go away quickly with some air and attention.

My cock twitched in her hand, and she chuckled softly. Henry hadn’t stepped any closer since Mari took over, and he stilllooked as irritated as he’d been when I arrived. Was he grumpy about being woken up?

Something about the thought of disappointing him caused my erection to wilt a little, and Mari smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Why don’t we set you up in the guest room until you get this sorted? You won’t have to worry about being out of control, because you’ll be with us.”

“Okay. I’d like that,” I whispered, smiling as a wave of shyness washed over me. I wanted her to tuck me in again, but I wasn’t about to admit that. Instead, she handed me the ointment and directed me to the guest bath, giving me a thick, soft towel and telling me to clean myself thoroughly and let everything air out. She also gave me a small waterproof razor and told me to groom the area where the cage fit.

The shower was the most intense of my life. My cock was finally free, and the pleasure of warm water streaming down my body, pouring over my straining erection, was almost enough to make me come on the spot. I’d never noticed the way water felt before, the way it put just the right amount of pressure on me, the way it slipped across my sensitive skin. I groaned and leaned back, my hand lifting automatically to wrap around my shaft. My fingers were like an old friend, and when my eyes drifted closed, it was another old friend who was touching me.

It was his name that spilled from my lips as an orgasm wracked my body so hard that my knees buckled, and I slid to the floor, sitting under the hot water for a moment, trying to get my breathing to steady.

Once I’d settled down, I carefully shaved off all of my pubic hair, cautious around the irritated skin, which already looked better. I wondered if Henry would like me like this, neat and clean. It certainly made my dick look big, and I decided I loved how smooth and soft everything felt.

Chapter 7

Mari

“Feeling better?” I askedas Jason trudged into the kitchen, looking adorably sheepish. His cheeks turned a bright pink color, and he ducked his head. It was almost noon. We’d all slept for a few hours after the late night interruption, so it was good that none of us had to work. Henry had been both aroused and angry and had fucked me into the mattress for almost an hour after we’d settled Jason in the guest room, and I wasn’t sure how much Jason had heard. Our little two bedroom rental house was too small.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed about the cock cage. We’re all in on this together,” I said. “And I’m sorry it caused you discomfort. I’d like you to communicate that earlier next time.”

He nodded, still looking embarrassed. “I will.”

“You okay?”

“It’s not about the cage.” He shook his head, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. How had I never noticed how tight his jeans were around his delectable ass? Or how they cupped his bulge like an old friend. He wasn’t wearing his cage — in these jeans, I would have been able to see it.

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