Page 9 of Caged for Them

“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 hipsup 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.

Chapter 6

Jason

“Yeah?” Henry asked, soundinggroggy. I knew he’d pick it up. He always did, no matter the hour. After so many years of living with his mom when she was sick, it was as if he was trained to be ready for an emergency.

“Hey, it’s Jason.” I realized he would know who it was, but felt the need to identify myself, anyway. Like an idiot. I had avoided him for two more days, and they had been the worst of my life. I needed Henry’s friendship like I needed to breathe.

“What’s up? It’s four in the morning.” His voice was gravelly with sleep, and sexy as fuck.

“The cage kind of hurts? Mari said to let you guys know if there were any issues.” I reached down and adjusted it and winced.

His sigh was audible across the line. “Come over, we’ll take it off. This was a stupid idea. Especially the part where we’re the only ones with keys.”

I went quiet for a moment. “It wasn’t a stupid idea. I’m sorry I ran away the other day. I’m so afraid of how fiercely I want it. Afraid it’ll all go wrong somehow. And I want it so damn much and I don’t know what to do.”

“Fuck,” he whispered, his voice deepening.

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