Page 3 of Caged for Them

“What was that?” I whispered.

“I know I should think he’s an asshole,” she said, smirking at me. “But I can’t help but see him as a lost little boy, you know?”

I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “Yeah. I feel the same. But I don’t know what to do to get him un-lost.”

Chapter 2

Jason

I came downstairs thenext 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 offif 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’thave 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.

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