And I was about to introduce them to something else most people didn’t do.
Before they could head to the stairs, I stopped them. “Tonight, and all nights going forward, you’ll be sleeping in the cage beneath my bed.”
For whatever reason, I fully expected an argument from at least one of them. Although I referred to them as fuck toys and I didn’t think of them or speak to them by name, I was aware they weren’t animals. Yet this was something I needed, something I craved. The question would be whether or not they could handle that.
Neither said a word, merely nodded as though my wish was their command. In a sense, it was. They didn’t have a choice based on the agreements they’d signed and the understanding we’d come to.
Once we made it up to my room, I nodded toward the bathroom. “I want both of you to shower first. Together. One washes the other,” I explained.
While I enjoyed watching legal dramas, I liked watching them touch each other more. It was an interesting twist to all of this. I’d never had two submissives at one time, so I was finding creative ways to entertain myself with them. Their connection to one another allowed me to push their boundaries and explore avenues I hadn’t been privy to before.
After acknowledging me with a courteous, “Yes, Zeke,” they went into the bathroom. I followed but I headed into the closet. The water turned on as I was stripping my clothes off. When I returned, they were standing beneath the water, their big, glistening bodies highlighted and shadowed by the many bulbs over the vanity.
There was a distinct difference in their sizes, but they weren’t polar opposites as I’d initially thought. Both had green eyes and muscular bodies, although the pretty boy was bigger, his muscles more defined. The cowboy had dirty-blonde hair, the pretty boy short, dark hair. From a height perspective, they were equal, but when you looked at them, they were vastly different. The way they carried themselves for one. The cowboy walked with a slight swagger, the pretty boy more controlled. As for personalities, that was what truly set them apart. The cowboy was far more obedient. He was mindful of every move he made while the pretty boy seemed more laid-back, less stringent.
I took a position leaning my ass against the counter. I was as naked as they were, so there was no way to hide the desire they stirred in me. Not that I tried to, but aside from stroking myself leisurely—more to get their attention than anything—I ignored my dick all the same.
The cowboy washed the pretty boy first, starting with his hair, then running his soapy hands all over the pretty boy’s muscular body, taking special care to soap the pretty boy’s dick. He stroked him a couple of times but then moved on, dragging a low groan from the pretty boy. They alternated, then it was the pretty boy’s turn to tease and torment the cowboy while efficiently getting him clean. Big hands ran over the cowboy’s lean build, starting from his neck, down to his toes, then back again.
If they only knew what I had in store for them, perhaps they would’ve followed through with those hand jobs.
Once they were finished, both men rinsed off before shutting off the water. I motioned toward two towels sitting on the counter, then headed into my bedroom. I retrieved two sets of wrist and ankle cuffs from my nightstand drawer and the chains I needed to connect them to the bars on my bed. When the two naked fuck toys joined me in the bedroom, I grinned to myself.
“On the bed,” I ordered.
Both men shot confusion-filled looks my way.
“No, you won’t be sleeping there.” I pointed toward the cage beneath the bed. “That’s your new bedroom from now on. However, I do have something in mind for you first.”
Apparently reassured by my explanation, they went to opposite sides of the bed and climbed up.
“On your backs. Hands above your heads.”
Damn, but they looked good there. I could almost envision them sleeping on either side of me, within reach if I chose to torment one or both. I immediately shook off the thought. They would not be sleeping in my bed. That wasn’t the reason I’d brought them here.
While I connected the chains to the metal frame, I admired them there in my huge bed. Other than me and Tank, no one else had ever slept in this particular bed. In fact, I had purchased it three years ago, wondering if I would ever get the opportunity to put it to good use. Never the one to hold out hope, I figured it would always be a reminder of the things I couldn’t have but knew I wanted.
