Not that I wanted these two fuck toys sleeping with me, but I did entertain the notion of using and abusing them in some form or fashion. I could envision the cowboy strapped to the mattress, facedown while I beat on him for a bit, then took his ass with the brutal force he would beg me to give him. I would have the pretty boy standing up, his arms shackled to the bars overhead while he was forced to watch me sodomize his boyfriend. My dick certainly liked the idea.
Once I had everything ready, I restrained their ankles and wrists in the cuffs, then retrieved the box I’d set on my dresser. When I returned, both men were watching me intently.
“Do you know what a chastity device is?” I asked, simply to get their minds working.
“A device to prevent masturbation,” the pretty boy said.
“True. It prevents that. It also shows you who now owns your dick. It no longer belongs to you. It’s mine to do with as I please.” I selected two of the stainless-steel cock cages, which would cover their dicks completely. I then grabbed three rings—two medium, one large—just in case. I would have to determine which would fit each of my fuck toys.
“Going forward, you will sleep under my bed together. I don’t give a shit if you spoon each other or not. However, these will be a reminder of who owns your cock. It’s not there for your pleasure. It’s there for mine.” I looked up at the pretty boy. “Understand?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
“Good. I’ll fit you first. The harder you are, the worse it’s gonna feel,” I warned, ensuring he saw how much I would be pleased by the prospect of hurting him.
Since the pretty boy’s cock was semi-hard already, it wasn’t easy to fit the cage over him, but I managed. The large ring was easier because it was hinged, allowing me to open it so I could wrap it up under his balls and around his cock, effectively restraining them beneath the metal. The ends of the ring connected, then fit through a slot on the cage to hold it in place. I produced one of the stainless-steel padlocks and quickly snapped it shut. He would likely be running through some mundane shit in his head to fight the hard-on; otherwise, pain was going to become his friend.
“All done.” I smiled, ensuring he saw the sadistic gleam. I got off on using them, controlling them. Owning them. It was a high unlike any other. “I have the key. It’s your responsibility to pay attention. If you have any issues, I expect you to let me know immediately. You’ll be wearing this to sleep in every night.”
“Yes, Zeke,” the pretty boy said as he relaxed on the pillow. If I had to guess, he was running through algebraic equations in an effort to keep himself under control.
“Now your turn, cowboy. You ever wear one of these before?”
“No, Zeke.”
Ah. That pleased me.
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.”
