Page 64 of Their Ruthless Sadist

“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.”

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 from 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.