I bent over and peered at the king-sized square of carpet where we would sleep.
I was a little concerned Case was going to have a panic attack once he found himself caged beneath Zeke’s bed. While the bars were spaced apart and there was plenty of air circulating through the room, I wasn’t sure he could withstand being locked inside. Not after what had happened at the apartment on Friday.
Case, on the other hand, did not appear at all fazed by the prospect of being treated like a dog. He quickly dropped to all fours and crawled through the cage door, then moved over to one side. Although there was roughly two and a half feet of space between the floor and the underside of the bed, there was no way for Case to sit up, so he leaned on his elbow. I followed, crawling like an animal into his kennel, not sure what else I could do. It wasn’t like Zeke was giving us an option here.
I watched Zeke’s legs retreat as he disappeared out of the bedroom. He returned a minute later, tossing two pillows and two large blankets onto the floor.
“Of course, I want you to be comfortable,” he said with a sardonic laugh. “Come on, Tank. Time for bed.”
Tank dutifully jumped up on the bed without giving us so much as a second glance. I wondered if the dog felt sorry for us. I’d never seen him caged before, but surely he’d experienced it a time or two.
Once Tank was out of view, Zeke’s hand appeared on the cage door. It closed with a clang and then he snapped a padlock into place.
“Sleep tight,” he said mockingly.
The bed groaned above us when Zeke crawled in while Case worked to spread one of the blankets out on the carpet. When he had it positioned to his liking, I peered over to check on him. Oddly enough, he was smiling.
“Why are you smiling?” I whispered.
He shook his head and then moved the pillows before reaching for me and pulling me down with him. In an instant he was spooning behind me and I let out a relieved sigh. He pulled the second blanket over us, then inched closer.
His mouth pressed to my ear. “I’ll take sleepin’ in a cage if it means I get to sleep with you.”
The light suddenly clicked off, the room pitch-black in an instant. Case moved in closer, his arm going over me as he tucked me in close to his body. I tried to ignore the cage on my dick but it was damned uncomfortable. I figured that was part of it. I wasn’t supposed to enjoy this.
“Good night, babe,” Case whispered, his voice so low it was almost impossible to hear. “I love you.”
“Quiet!” Zeke barked.
Rather than speak and risk angering Zeke further, I patted his arm and forced my eyes closed.
It didn’t take long before I was drifting off, feeling oddly like an animal at the zoo while my boyfriend was practically wrapped around me.
*
I awoke to the repeated bleep of an alarm followed by a grunt. I slowly opened my eyes, taking stock of my surroundings. I was glad I didn’t bolt upright or I would’ve probably knocked myself out. I was still imprisoned beneath Zeke’s bed, Case’s warm body pressing intimately behind me.
A few seconds after my eyes opened, discomfort registered in my nether region. It was then I remembered that damn chastity device. For those keeping track, morning wood did not do well with a chastity device.
Who the hell came up with that idea anyway?
Metal clanging on metal had me shifting to peer down at the bottom of the bed.
“Time to get up,” Zeke called out before the door swung open and his footsteps retreated.
I nudged Case. He mumbled something back but didn’t move.
“Get up,” I told him. “Unless you want to endure his wrath.”
“Hmm?” Case tried to move closer. The man wasn’t a morning person.
“Up. Now,” I told him before throwing the blanket off and crawling out from under the bed. I started to head for the bathroom but then paused. How the hell was I supposed to take a piss with this thing on my dick?
“Come here, cowboy.” Zeke’s deep voice sounded from somewhere behind me. I turned, searching the darkness for him. My eyes focused enough to see he was standing by the bathroom door.
A minute later, my dick was freed from its metal dungeon.
“Thank you, Zeke,” I offered before rushing out of the room and into the bathroom down the hall.
After relieving myself, I washed my hands and my face and stared back at the guy in the mirror. He didn’t look like a man who had spent the night sleeping on the floor beneath a monster’s bed. A smile formed, but I wasn’t sure why it was there.
