Caged In

by Luna, David

  Reed placed the cage in the palm of Camden’s hand. “Fit the hinge back through so I know you know how to do it. There you go. This is nothing scary, and I think you’ll enjoy the reminder that I’m in charge of you like this.”

  “I—” Camden cleared his throat and tried again. “I will.”

  Reed kissed Camden’s nose, unable to help himself, and took the cage out of Camden’s hands. “It fits on your cock like this.” He fit the pieces back together, demonstrating on his fingers, and then took them apart again. “Here, stand up for me.” They both stood and Reed grabbed Camden’s chin in his fingers, lifting his face to meet his gaze, and whispered, “Will you let me put it on you?”

  Camden gulped audibly—goddamn he’s adorable—and nodded quickly, moving to push down his Bert and Ernie pajamas. Reed couldn’t help but chuckle. “Don’t touch. That’s my job. And, Cam, I’m really going to have to see your whole pajama collection someday.”

  Camden groaned and covered his face. “Oh my god.”

  Reed laughed again and kissed Camden’s forehead. He’d never get enough of touching and kissing him. He stepped back from Camden enough to drag his pants over his hips. Reed’s cock perked up when he gazed down at Camden’s cut, slim, hard, and beautiful dick. He groaned. “Jesus, Cam, you’re gorgeous.”

  It was too bad he’d told Camden he wasn’t allowed to come until Friday because Reed wanted nothing more than to take care of that boner with his mouth. But he knew consistency and adherence to the rules was key, and he always wanted promises to be kept between them. Plus, he had plans for Camden on his last day at work.

  He pulled Camden’s pajamas back up and grinned at him. “So, we’ll have to wait a few minutes and talk about, I don’t know…mold infestation or something else that would turn you off. I can’t get that cage on your hard cock, baby.”

  Camden snorted. “Mold infestation?”

  Reed shrugged. “I dunno. It was the only gross thing that popped in my head.”

  They both chuckled and Cam crawled up the bed, rested his head on the pillows, and patted the space beside him. Reed moved to lay down beside Camden and raised his arm for Camden to snuggle up and rest his head on Reed’s chest. “You feel good in my arms like this.”

  “You feel good too. You didn’t have to come over but thank you for doing it. I was being a spaz and you calmed me down.”

  Reed tugged on Camden’s hair until he gazed up at him. “I won’t have you insulting yourself like that. It’s happened too many times in the course of the last hour.”

  After Camden agreed, they held each other and chatted, trying to get to know each other a bit better. When Camden told Reed he was soft again, Reed had him get up and quickly put on the cage before he got hard. He was still down on his knees in front of Camden, and he could honestly say he’d never seen anything as beautiful as Camden in a cage. Reed pulled him in, his face at Camden’s navel. He pushed up Camden’s shirt and kissed his stomach. Cam gripped Reed’s hair and moaned. “You’re gorgeous in that cage, baby boy. I’ve always wanted to be with a man who wanted chastity to be a part of the relationship dynamic. It’s rare to find someone willing to give up that much control. I’m humbled that you allowed me to do it.”

  “I’m nervous but excited.”

  “Good. I’d like you to stay in it until Friday, but if that’s too much too soon, I can leave you the key, and you can take it off if you need to and put it back on when you’re feeling ready.”

  Camden’s gaze was intense, and he shook his head. “I don’t want the key. I want you to keep it. I trust you.”

  “God, you’re perfect for me, Cam. Waiting until Friday might just kill me, so you won’t be alone in the torture. But remember you can call me anytime, night or day, if you need to remove it.” Reed stood up and cupped Camden’s cheeks, kissing him sweetly. “I hate to leave, but I took my lunch hour early, and I’m due back in a few. You have no idea how much I want to stay here with you.”

  Camden reached up and pulled him back down to his level for another kiss. “I want you to stay too but I understand. Will you call me tonight when you get off?”

  “Of course. Be good for me until then.”

  Camden blushed sweetly and nodded. “I will. I promise. That, and I don’t have much choice.”

  They both glanced down at his caged cock and laughed. “Don’t walk me down. I’ll find my way out.” Reed kissed Camden one more time and headed down the stairs.

  Chapter 7

  Camden

  It was Friday and Cam’s last day working for Reed. Thank god. That also meant he was done with school. Thank god again. It had been a rough week, or rather, a needy week. He’d worked Tuesday and Thursday, and it had been sheer torture. Reed had done everything in his power to kill him. Well, okay not kill him, but he took every opportunity to brush up against him, whisper in his ear, send him filthy texts, and talk dirty to him on the phone. The sexy bastard.

  Cam had never wanted anyone with such fierce desire in his life. He almost didn’t know what to do with it. It had consumed him, and he’d been lucky as hell that he’d already dealt with all his final exams and didn’t have to worry about them as well. But the touches and the talking had shivers running down his spine too often to count. His cock couldn’t get hard in the cage, but it could fucking leak like a faucet, that was for sure.

  Hell, it had even leaked when he wasn’t turned on, which Reed had assured him was normal. Getting used to that was difficult, and he’d taken to wearing two pairs of underwear, scared to death he’d leak through to his pants. Jesus, how embarrassing would that be? But one thing was for sure, he was primed and honestly assumed as soon as Reed unlocked him, he’d come immediately. He hoped not. He knew Reed had plans and he was excited to find out what they were.

  Apparently, Reed liked torturing him, though, because he’d decided to shut the bar down an hour early and have a going away party for him. When Reed had told him that the day before, Cam had narrowed his eyes at Reed and received an amused smirk in return. Yeah, he knew what was what. And as much as he tried some teasing of his own, he was no match for Reed in that department. So, needless to say, it had been a long-ass shift and they were closing down to start the party.

  Cam was going to die from waiting. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Reed came up behind him. “Chad and Becca are going to handle your section shut down. Come with me to my office.”

  He turned immediately to follow Reed. His heart hammered in his ears and a thrill rushed through his body. Maybe he was going to get relief before the party. He realized, as he was following Reed down the hall, he was practically trotting like an eager puppy hoping for a treat. He snorted at himself because it wasn’t far from the truth.

  Reed must have heard him because he turned and smiled at him, holding out his arm to usher Camden into his office. When Reed closed and locked the door, Camden’s heart rate skyrocketed, and he bit his lip—something he’d learned Reed hated to love. When Reed growled and hoisted him up by cupping his ass cheeks, he had no choice but to grab onto his neck and wrap his legs around Reed as the man kissed him like he’d been starved for Camden. The fact that it could even be remotely true went straight to his heart.

  Reed walked them over to the couch and sat down on it. Camden shifted so his legs were on either side of Reed’s thighs. Reed kissed across Camden’s face to his neck where he latched on but didn’t dare give in to the amount of suction Camden was sure he wanted to. Not wanting to leave marks for others to see, Camden imagined. The other employees were still none the wiser, and he assumed that’s how Reed wanted things; though, he hoped it wouldn’t be long before Reed allowed them to be seen together.

  Camden didn’t want to be kept hidden, and even though he knew deep down Reed wasn’t the type of man to keep him a secret, it still made him nervous. They’d have to talk about it, though, before they let others know. It would probably have to be a gradual thing. They’d talk about it, but he’d let Reed take the le
ad. He found himself wanting to allow Reed to take the lead in a lot of things. More than he’d thought he would.

  When they came up for air, Reed met his gaze and held it before he gave Camden an order in his low rumble. “Stand up and take your pants off. The door is locked, and everyone will think we’re doing your exit interview.”

  Camden scrambled to do Reed’s bidding, excited for the cage to be off and for his dick to get some much-needed attention. He toed off his shoes and pulled down his pants, grabbing his underwear last. When he pulled them down a bit, Reed’s guttural whisper had him leaking again. “Fuck, Cam.” Reed sat up and moved to the edge of the couch, pulling Camden closer and gently moving his hands away from his underwear. “You have to wear two pairs because you’re leaking so much?”

  Camden dipped his head, unable to speak. Why were his breaths coming faster? He looked down at Reed as he pulled at Camden’s briefs where the wet spot was just about to leak through the second pair. Reed folded them down to see the inside where the precum had soaked into the royal blue fabric making it appear as if it was navy blue. The desire he could see in Reed’s eyes when he looked at Camden as he pushed the underwear down and off of him, had Camden’s whole body shuddering.

  Reed stood and walked over to one of the clean laundry bags he’d most likely had delivered that day. He reached in and grabbed a couple of their freshly laundered hand towels, then sat back down on the couch. Spreading them across his legs, patting his lap for Camden to straddle him again.

  Oh, Jesus.

  Camden followed Reed’s unspoken order and climbed back on, glancing at the chain around his neck where the key hung just below the collar of his shirt where no one would see. Reed caught him doing so and shook his head. “You’ll have to wait until everyone is gone for that. If I take it off now, I have a feeling we won’t have time to get it back on you before we need to head to the front.”

  Camden couldn’t keep his shoulders from falling, and when Reed laughed, Cam might have glared just a little bit, and he definitely mumbled, “So mean, Daddy.”

  But when Reed reached for him and took the cage in his hand, running a finger around the cock ring portion of it so softly, a little mewling sound escaped. “Oh, baby boy, you sound so needy and that makes me so happy.”

  He whimpered as Reed clasped the shaft of the cage and gave it a gentle shake, sending shivers and goose flesh up his arms and back. “Fuck, baby, it’s a good thing I thought about the towels because apparently your pretty dick liked that a lot.”

  He did it again and Camden cried out without thinking, grateful Reed had anticipated it and covered his mouth with his palm and kept… Gently. Shaking. The. Fucking. Cage. Oh, fuck. As Reed slowed down and began to lightly tug on the cage—almost as if he was jacking Camden off—he rocked his hips into Reed’s hand. He felt something stirring and moved a bit faster, but Reed suddenly let the cage go and gripped Camden’s hips to stop them from moving.

  FuckFuckFuck.

  He’d never heard such mewling and whimpering from his own mouth, and when he moaned, “Daddddddddddy,” he realized he liked being so far gone into lust that he couldn’t control his sounds, his movements, or the way he spoke.

  Reed must have agreed because he pulled Camden down and whispered in his ear, “Mmm, your little sounds, your movements, and your whining are making me so hot.” Reed reached between them and clasped the cage in his hand, going through it all again. Camden couldn’t take it much longer. He was being entirely too loud, and even with Reed muffling his noises, it wasn’t enough. When he was about to come, while limp and in his cage, all movement stopped, and a sobbed breath came out of him.

  Camden nipped at Reed’s hand and got a gentle slap on the ass as a result. “Mmm. I like that you have bite, boy. A little brattiness seems to suit me. We’ll have to see what other reactions I can get out of you tonight.”

  Camden moaned, his breath sawing in and out of his lungs as he tried to get himself together. He looked down and realized Reed was just then letting the cage go. But when his hand moved away, a string of precum went with it, stretching from the metal tip to Reed’s hand. Holy shit, that was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen. He dripped again as Reed brought his palm up for Camden to lick. Camden gripped Reed’s wrist and had nearly licked him clean when Daddy pulled away and licked the rest of it himself.

  “Fuck, you taste good.”

  Reed gripped Camden’s waist and lifted until he stood. Camden knew he shouldn’t find the fact Reed could basically pick him up and toss him about hot, but he did. Especially when he thought of Reed tossing him on a bed before he ravished Camden until he nearly died from it. Reed scooted forward on the sofa and picked up his briefs. “Want me to only put the mostly dry pair on?”

  Camden shook his head. “No. I’ll continue to leak because you tortured me. I need the extra layer, even if it’s freezing when you put it back on.”

  Reed tipped his head, smirking. “I mean, we could put one of the towels in there and it wouldn’t be wet.”

  Camden glared at Reed, not feeling one bit of guilt. “Yeah…no. I’m not wearing a diaper at my party, thanks.”

  Reed snorted and slipped the briefs up almost all the way before he leaned over and pulled two tissues out of their box and covered the wet spot. “Not bulky, but at least it won’t feel so gross.”

  Camden rolled his eyes. “So gentlemanly.”

  Reed smiled wide. “Wasn’t it?”

  He smacked Camden’s ass, making him gasp and sending another thrill racing through his body, before helping him finish dressing. He’d read about spankings for discipline and even for…what were they called? Daily maintenance? He’d assumed he’d hate them. That was the second light smack he’d gotten from Reed, and though it wasn’t as hard as a real spanking would be, the fact it turned him on tipped him off that he might not hate them after all. Interesting.

  They were just about to walk out to join the party when Reed handed over his final paycheck. As they headed to the front, Camden held it in his hand, looking at it as he walked. It put the finality on a part of his life, and although it felt good, wonderful even, it still gave him a pang of nostalgia for the last several years and a nervous twinge of what was to come in the future.

  Ben spoke up, “Last paycheck and exit interview, huh? I was just coming to get you guys, wondering what was taking so long.”

  Heat flooded his cheeks which, by the looks of it, confused Ben, but when Camden scrunched up his face and said, “Yeah. It’s weird,” Ben laughed and clapped him gently on the shoulder. The three of them walked around the corner and into the bar area where almost every employee who worked for Reed pulled the string on their champagne bottle confetti poppers and yelled congratulations.

  It surprised Camden so much, he dropped the check, slapped his hand to his chest, and hopped about a foot. He might have let out an unmanly squeak, but he’d never admit to it. Everyone laughed, but Camden was immediately soothed when Reed clasped both of his shoulders and spoke quietly next to his ear. “Sorry, I should have given you a heads-up. They’re just excited for you, that’s all.”

  He nodded and smiled at the group who were now holding real champagne glasses and raising them in a toast. After he picked up his check, Ben handed him his own glass, and he raised it and called out, “Thanks, everyone!”

  Any awkwardness was forgotten as everyone approached to give him a handshake or hug. Over the next hour and a half, Camden was half-convinced that Reed was a closet sadist but that he was definitely no masochist.

  The time flew by and trudged along in equal measure. How that was possible, he didn’t know. Camden chatted with everyone and played games, even unsuccessfully throwing an axe a time or two with some of the others. He both didn’t want it to end and wanted it to be over immediately.

  He drank enough drinks to make him feel loose and carefree but not enough to give him whiskey dick later on. And just thinking that made him snort. Whose life was he living? Because
two weeks ago, if someone had told him what was to come, he’d have laughed it off and then been ridiculously depressed knowing it would never happen. But it had happened, and here he was, waiting on pins and needles for Reed to make good on his promises.

  Reed had plans for him that he looked forward to so much, he couldn’t keep his eyes from finding Reed wherever he went. If Camden went into another room to play a different game or talk to others, Reed would inevitably follow. Though he did so slowly, to escape notice, Camden felt Reed’s eyes following him wherever he went, and it heightened his already overwhelming sexual desire.

  Camden knew things were winding down when Ben and the other employees that had been working that night started to clean up. His heart beat faster, and he searched the small crowd for Reed, finding his gaze hot and intense on him. He blushed and looked away because if he continued to look at Reed any longer, he’d probably burst into flames—and god knows they’d never be able to explain that.

  When only the crew that had worked that night was left, Camden jumped in to help. He went towards the front to grab the trash by the hostess stand and made sure there were no messes there. Reed called out over the din of the music and voices, as if worried he was leaving. “Camden, you’re not driving after drinking. Leave your car here tonight and I’ll drive you home.”

  Even though Camden knew Reed wasn’t worried about that at all, a little thrill at the warning in Reed’s voice gave him goosebumps. He turned around and called back. “I’m just cleaning up, not leaving, but thanks. I was going to call one of my roommates.”

  And just like that they had an alibi for his car being there after everyone left. It wasn’t even ten minutes later that everyone cleared out, Ben hugging Camden at the door. “Don’t be a stranger, huh, kid? Come and see us anytime.”