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Robert, the ram rugby player, tall, thick-shouldered, muscular, everything that the college team could want in their star player. Big and strong, smarter than he needed to be, and ruggedly good-looking. Well, perhaps that last part was only good for the college marketing team trying to get people to sign up for sports, but the point still stood, particularly as Robert was also his roommate, and...well, there were far too many times that he had walked in on the rugby player completely naked, and more than that, naked and...\n\nThe Siamese cat groaned as he felt his cock twitching between his legs just at the memory, and almost mechanically, he closed the textbooks that he'd been attempting to use as a distraction. The time had come. He'd best be heading back.\n\nHis steps felt almost robotic as he walked out of the library and began the short journey down the concrete paths to the dorms. His thoughts were already flying ahead of him to the room that he shared with the ram, and his cheeks burned as he imagined just what he might see this time.\n\nHe wondered, briefly, if this had been Robert's way of flirting this whole time, but...no, no, that wasn't the case. The ram was a good guy, but he was straight as an arrow. He'd seen the other man with cheerleaders more than once, dragged off the field by them at times. There was no way that he was showing off to his roommate - someone that the ram probably didn't even know was gay - for this long.\n\nDidn't mean he didn't want it, though. Alder had jerked off to the memory of the ram's eight-inch dick time and time again, and more than that, to...\n\nTwitch, twitch, twitch. He bit his lips as he felt his cock throbbing. The only reason that he didn't have the world's most embarrassing tent in his pants right then was because he was a Siamese cat, a species known for being smaller than the world's average. His barely reached a length of four inches, and that...that was being slightly generous, if he was completely honest.\n\n[i]As if I could have a chance...[/i]\n\nHe barely realized that his hand was on the knob of his dorm, and he blinked as he heard a slow, rhythmic beat from the other side as he opened it. Time had passed almost without him knowing, something that had been more and more frequent of late. Turning up without realizing he was already there, moving along without thinking about leaving in the first place: it was probably signs that he had started dissociating with the world. Maybe he should see a therapist. If nothing else, it might help him get over his straight-guy obsession before it -\n\nHe opened the door the rest of the way and froze in place. His mouth dropped open as he saw Robert standing in the living room, waiting for him, and...and...\n\n\"Finally,\" Robert said.\n\nThe ram was dressed in, well, you couldn't call it anything but fetish gear. An x-shaped leather harness crossed his chest, running from one side to the other, coming to a metal circle at the center of his torso. He wore assless chaps that thrust his cock forward, and that dick, that huge, throbbing, well-proportioned thing, was kept up by a cock ring at the base, heavy but not fully erect. It looked like something that could utterly wreck his ass, but -\n\nFlicker.\n\nFlicker.\n\nThere was something in the back of his mind that told him that he had been here before. Alder shook his head, pressing one hand to his forehead as he broke out in a cold sweat. Something was happening, and little tingles of pleasure and anticipation were already running up and down his spine.\n\n\"Robert, what the -\"\n\n\"Come here.\"\n\n\"What -\"\n\n\"Come. Here.\"\n\nThere was some sort of tension in his roommate's voice, and when he managed to meet the ram's eyes again, he saw something else. A chastity cage made of shimmering metal hung from Robert's hand, dangling from a piece of string. It swung back and forth, and almost instantly, Alder was forced to stare at it, following it back and forth like a pendulum. It was...it was...\n\nHe couldn't look away, he realized, even as Robert was walking right for him. The feline tried to drag his head back, but with each swing, he could already feel his body going loose, limp, relaxed. It was as if each swaying motion dragged some of the tension and fear that he had been feeling all day out of him, leaving him soft...weak...helpless.\n\nRobert pulled him forward in one motion and shoved him back in the next. He fell over the bed that the ram had set up in the living room, his legs hanging off the side, his head barely lifted up on a set of pillows that had to have been put there in advance. He groaned, trying to sit up, but the ram was not letting him. That swinging chastity cage wasn't letting him up. That metal...cage...\n\nFlicker.\n\nFlicker.\n\nImages popped in and out of his brain, images that felt like they were impossible, coming from fantasies rather than reality, and yet, they were no less intense. He saw that cage, but differently. He saw it wrapped around Robert's cock as the two of them worked out in the gym, him standing at the edge of the bench press, Robert's nose pressed right into his crotch as the big man exercised and the feline told him what to do.\n\nHe gasped, his cock throbbing harder than ever. The ram reached down without a word, pulling at Alder's pants. They came down easily with how weak he was and how strong the ram was. His pants and underwear hit the floor, joining socks and shoes that he hadn't even realized had been taken from him.\n\nFlicker.\n\nFlicker.\n\nThe showers. Taking off the cage. Robert standing against him, that massive dick utterly dwarfing his smaller one. Yet, a memory, a feeling.\n\nHe was in charge.\n\nHe was holding the -\n\n\"Keep watching the cage,\" Robert said, and his voice was husky, deep. \"Keep watching it. Remember what I've told you to be.\"\n\nRemember what? What had -\n\n[i]A different memory, a distant one. Him coming back from a week of wearing a jockstrap - something that he had never worn before coming to college - and forcing it over the ram's nose. Robert moaning, throbbing, all but cumming right there and then, before the cat pushed him down and fucked his ass.[/i]\n\n\"Ah...ah...\"\n\n\"Remember what I made you be.\"\n\n[i]Another memory. A leash around the ram's cock ring, pulling him around the dorm, then through the campus at night. The 'straight' jock on his knees, offering his mouth, and the cat thrusting his smaller dick right over that eager tongue, fucking that throat, filling it to the brim with his need and seed.[/i]\n\n\"How...how...\"\n\n\"Remember.\"\n\nSway.\n\nFlicker.\n\nSway.\n\nFlicker.\n\nWith each sway of the chastity cage, more memories came back to him, more secret things that had been hidden from his mind while he had gone through his normal everyday life. The times that he had come back to the dorm and put on a harness of his own, the times that he had looked at the cage and teased the ram with it, the many, many, many times that he had been allowed - encouraged - to use Robert as some sort of fuck-toy: they came back to him in a rush, and he panted and gasped as his cock throbbed up all the harder from the many memories that he was forced to relive all at once.\n\nAnd then, they were back to the first. The very first.\n\n[i]A brief talk, a bit of fun when they had both had a combination of too many beers and that little bit too much booze. They were laughing. They were giggling. They were naked.\n\nAlder had been just eager enough that he'd done something that he'd never done before: he'd topped the ram, and somehow, he had made an impression. Robert, though drunk as hell, had laid triggers in his mind afterward, a bit of fun with hypnosis to have round two...three...four...five before they finally reached the end of their stamina and had to stop. They collapsed in bed, talked...shared...kinks...\n\nThen they did it again. Or rather, Robert did it again. Triggering him, bringing him down, taking him to the gym...and then to a club...and then elsewhere...[/i]\n\nAlder was dripping with pre-cum as he remembered the things that he had done under hypnosis, and even now, even in trance, he could feel his need rising. He'd been the big guy's walking top, the dom in disguise, the thing that had fulfilled every fantasy that the ram had ever had for someone else to use him.\n\nRobert was [i]not[/i] straight. Not even close.\n\nThe ram was leaning over him, their cocks touching. It didn't matter that the other man's cock was twice the length and width of the Siamese's shaft; memory told him that it had never been inside of him, never actually been pushed. It was just a meat-stick, something all but useless on the big slut over him.\n\n\"You are the master of my cock. I exist only to give you pleasure. You are my cruel, horny hypnomaster. You will wreck my ass and use me roughly. You will hypnotize me every day into your slut. In public we'll be affectionate boyfriends and make everybody wonder what I see in you. In private, you'll make me your hypnobitch and slave and lead me by the balls around the club...\"\n\nTo hear that in Robert's deep, powerful voice made him shiver from head to toe, more so knowing just what it meant for them. They were...\n\nThey were...\n\nHe was...\n\nHe was falling with each swing of the chastity cage, falling deeper into that mindset. They'd gone here before, but this was different. There was something more powerful about it this time. This wasn't...this wasn't just a scene.\n\n[i]He's...making it...real...[/i]\n\nAlder moaned as the ram grabbed their cocks, pulling them together, and he moaned more as he imagined slamming that chastity cage down that fat cock. There was no point in allowing that thing to stay free, some part of his brain said. There was no reason to let the ram think that he deserved to keep a cock that was uncaged. No, no, that was for people that used their dicks to fuck, men that had sluts that were more than willing to give it up.\n\nRobert might have had an endless number of men and women that were willing to give it up to the star rugby player, but that didn't matter. He wasn't going to use them.\n\n\"S-slut...slut...\" Alder muttered.\n\n\"Yes. I am your slut. You will make me your slut. Keep me your slut.\"\n\n\"Ah...ah...\"\n\n\"You will make me belong to you...as boyfriend...and hypnobitch...and slave...\"\n\nYes, he thought. Yes, he would take that. The ram could have been his all this time - should have been his all this time. He'd only held back because he thought his roommate would laugh him off, if not outright beat him up for it.\n\nAnd he could have had this...\n\nThe whole...\n\nTime...\n\n\"Nnngh...\"\n\n\"You are my boyfriend,\" Robert said.\n\n\"I am...your boyfriend...\"\n\n\"You are my master.\"\n\n\"I am...your master...\"\n\n\"And I -\"\n\n\"You are...my fucking...hypnobitch.\"\n\nThe words came all too easily, fueled by a frustration, need, and near-fury that had been awakened by the revelation of everything that he had been made to forget time and time again. He could have been awake for this, enjoying it, savoring it with every session. Instead, he'd been made to forget it, left in the dark, not allowed to enjoy it for anything but -\n\nWas that why his cock had been so hard lately? Why he had been forgetting things? Why he had felt like such a robot going from place to place, never quite sure what was going on with the passing of time? How often had he been used, how often had he been left in the dark, forgetting the sessions that he would have killed to enjoy consciously?\n\n\"You will cage me tonight,\" Robert said. \"From now on -\"\n\nThat was all that he needed to hear. Though still in a trance, all those previous commands, all those sessions that they'd had together, suddenly bubbled up and pushed him. He swatted Robert's hand away from his cock, reaching out with his other hand for the cage. It popped off the string as soon as he took it, and he felt...powerful. It was as if the cage was its own magic talisman, and he panted as he felt as if something else had happened. Something went 'click' in his mind, and he moved. Not entirely freely, not entirely robotically, but some mix of each.\n\nThey shifted position, both their cocks oozing pre, throbbing, bouncing. Alder chuckled, the sound so strange coming from his throat. The smaller cat grabbed the ram by the balls, giving them a squeeze. Not too hard, but enough to convince that dick to start slowly going back down again. Squeeze, roll, squeeze, teasing that fat thing to go down, to hang over the balls rather than jut upwards like it was going to do anything.\n\n[i]It belongs to me,[/i] he thought. [i]This ram...belongs...to me.[/i]\n\n\"You are my master,\" Alder said, as if he was still continuing the induction.\n\n\"I [i]am[/i] your master, hypnobitch. And from now on, I call the shots.\"\n\nHe gripped that cock, feeling how it throbbed even while soft. There was so much there, so much more dick than anyone ever really needed. And it was not going to be used again. This thing...this thing had no need hanging out.\n\nWas he always like this? Was this...this aggressive...cruel...dominant...sadistic...\n\nHis questioning thoughts trailed off, buried by the lust and need that the trance had pulled forward. Would they come out again? That question went along with the rest to the garbage pile. Instead, he grabbed those balls and pulled on them, dragging his new boyfriend-bitch to him.\n\n\"You...are...mine,\" he said, his voice dipping upwards rather than downwards, becoming high and almost sinister rather than the deep, almost bassy tones that the other male had. \"And you...will never...be uncaged again.\"\n\nWith each word, he was sliding that metal tube towards the cock ring at the base, knowing on some level that the ring had the right attachments for the cage, that Robert had been waiting for this moment as long as this buried part of him had been waiting to be unleashed. Further, sliding, slicked up with thick ram pre-cum. It was so thick and heavy, the room so musky with the lust of two perverts that had finally been called out to be their true selves.\n\nThere had to be a lock, he realized, only for Robert to hand it over. The cat took it, pressing the cage right to the base of that massive cock. It bulged against the metal, so big that it was forced to squish down on itself, the balls so full that they were forced forward and bulged against the base of the cage. Oh, they would bulge far more by the time that he was done with his new hypnobitch.\n\nThe Siamese cat was all but drooling at the possibilities of what he could do with his new sub. Fucking, rutting, using him, showing him off at the different clubs: the sky was the limit. And this time? This time, there was no getting rid of him. This was their life, and this time, he would fucking remember.\n\nRolling the lock between his fingers, he lined up the metal bar with the little hoop at the top of the cock ring. Alder smirked down at the horny, happy ram, and jammed the lock closed.\n\nClick.\n\nThe sound echoed through the air, and both cat and ram stiffened up, their backs going straight, their eyes rolling back. Alder's shaft all but blew right then and there, and he could feel a door in his mind getting locked tight. It was the door that this mindset, this personality always slipped away through, the one that it used as the exit to go back to rest when the scene was done, when they were ready to go back to normal.\n\nSo long as that cage was sealed, he wasn't going anywhere. He was the master. [i]He[/i] was in charge.\n\nAs Robert's cock quivered, trying to jump up in the cage, the still-hard cat leaned over his slut. He gripped him by the harness, pulling him up as a most cruel smile crept over his face.\n\n\"Let's see how long we can keep it going this time...\"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]",
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His Unexpected Boyfriend for Moxas by Draconicon
Alder knew that he was delaying the trip back to the dorm. He also knew why he was doing it, and continued to stare at his textbooks as if it might give him a reason to stop, or better, a reason to continue. The Siamese cat was well aware of the sun going down behind him, of the failing light shining through the glass walls of the college library, but that didn't matter. As long as he was here, he wasn't going back to the dorm and the constant frustration that waited for him there.
He closed his eyes for a moment, just a moment, and there he was. Robert, the ram rugby player, tall, thick-shouldered, muscular, everything that the college team could want in their star player. Big and strong, smarter than he needed to be, and ruggedly good-looking. Well, perhaps that last part was only good for the college marketing team trying to get people to sign up for sports, but the point still stood, particularly as Robert was also his roommate, and...well, there were far too many times that he had walked in on the rugby player completely naked, and more than that, naked and...
The Siamese cat groaned as he felt his cock twitching between his legs just at the memory, and almost mechanically, he closed the textbooks that he'd been attempting to use as a distraction. The time had come. He'd best be heading back.
His steps felt almost robotic as he walked out of the library and began the short journey down the concrete paths to the dorms. His thoughts were already flying ahead of him to the room that he shared with the ram, and his cheeks burned as he imagined just what he might see this time.
He wondered, briefly, if this had been Robert's way of flirting this whole time, but...no, no, that wasn't the case. The ram was a good guy, but he was straight as an arrow. He'd seen the other man with cheerleaders more than once, dragged off the field by them at times. There was no way that he was showing off to his roommate - someone that the ram probably didn't even know was gay - for this long.
Didn't mean he didn't want it, though. Alder had jerked off to the memory of the ram's eight-inch dick time and time again, and more than that, to...
Twitch, twitch, twitch. He bit his lips as he felt his cock throbbing. The only reason that he didn't have the world's most embarrassing tent in his pants right then was because he was a Siamese cat, a species known for being smaller than the world's average. His barely reached a length of four inches, and that...that was being slightly generous, if he was completely honest.
As if I could have a chance...
He barely realized that his hand was on the knob of his dorm, and he blinked as he heard a slow, rhythmic beat from the other side as he opened it. Time had passed almost without him knowing, something that had been more and more frequent of late. Turning up without realizing he was already there, moving along without thinking about leaving in the first place: it was probably signs that he had started dissociating with the world. Maybe he should see a therapist. If nothing else, it might help him get over his straight-guy obsession before it -
He opened the door the rest of the way and froze in place. His mouth dropped open as he saw Robert standing in the living room, waiting for him, and...and...
"Finally," Robert said.
The ram was dressed in, well, you couldn't call it anything but fetish gear. An x-shaped leather harness crossed his chest, running from one side to the other, coming to a metal circle at the center of his torso. He wore assless chaps that thrust his cock forward, and that dick, that huge, throbbing, well-proportioned thing, was kept up by a cock ring at the base, heavy but not fully erect. It looked like something that could utterly wreck his ass, but -
Flicker.
Flicker.
There was something in the back of his mind that told him that he had been here before. Alder shook his head, pressing one hand to his forehead as he broke out in a cold sweat. Something was happening, and little tingles of pleasure and anticipation were already running up and down his spine.
"Robert, what the -"
"Come here."
"What -"
"Come. Here."
There was some sort of tension in his roommate's voice, and when he managed to meet the ram's eyes again, he saw something else. A chastity cage made of shimmering metal hung from Robert's hand, dangling from a piece of string. It swung back and forth, and almost instantly, Alder was forced to stare at it, following it back and forth like a pendulum. It was...it was...
He couldn't look away, he realized, even as Robert was walking right for him. The feline tried to drag his head back, but with each swing, he could already feel his body going loose, limp, relaxed. It was as if each swaying motion dragged some of the tension and fear that he had been feeling all day out of him, leaving him soft...weak...helpless.
Robert pulled him forward in one motion and shoved him back in the next. He fell over the bed that the ram had set up in the living room, his legs hanging off the side, his head barely lifted up on a set of pillows that had to have been put there in advance. He groaned, trying to sit up, but the ram was not letting him. That swinging chastity cage wasn't letting him up. That metal...cage...
Flicker.
Flicker.
Images popped in and out of his brain, images that felt like they were impossible, coming from fantasies rather than reality, and yet, they were no less intense. He saw that cage, but differently. He saw it wrapped around Robert's cock as the two of them worked out in the gym, him standing at the edge of the bench press, Robert's nose pressed right into his crotch as the big man exercised and the feline told him what to do.
He gasped, his cock throbbing harder than ever. The ram reached down without a word, pulling at Alder's pants. They came down easily with how weak he was and how strong the ram was. His pants and underwear hit the floor, joining socks and shoes that he hadn't even realized had been taken from him.
Flicker.
Flicker.
The showers. Taking off the cage. Robert standing against him, that massive dick utterly dwarfing his smaller one. Yet, a memory, a feeling.
He was in charge.
He was holding the -
"Keep watching the cage," Robert said, and his voice was husky, deep. "Keep watching it. Remember what I've told you to be."
Remember what? What had -
A different memory, a distant one. Him coming back from a week of wearing a jockstrap - something that he had never worn before coming to college - and forcing it over the ram's nose. Robert moaning, throbbing, all but cumming right there and then, before the cat pushed him down and fucked his ass.
"Ah...ah..."
"Remember what I made you be."
Another memory. A leash around the ram's cock ring, pulling him around the dorm, then through the campus at night. The 'straight' jock on his knees, offering his mouth, and the cat thrusting his smaller dick right over that eager tongue, fucking that throat, filling it to the brim with his need and seed.
"How...how..."
"Remember."
Sway.
Flicker.
Sway.
Flicker.
With each sway of the chastity cage, more memories came back to him, more secret things that had been hidden from his mind while he had gone through his normal everyday life. The times that he had come back to the dorm and put on a harness of his own, the times that he had looked at the cage and teased the ram with it, the many, many, many times that he had been allowed - encouraged - to use Robert as some sort of fuck-toy: they came back to him in a rush, and he panted and gasped as his cock throbbed up all the harder from the many memories that he was forced to relive all at once.
And then, they were back to the first. The very first.
A brief talk, a bit of fun when they had both had a combination of too many beers and that little bit too much booze. They were laughing. They were giggling. They were naked.
Alder had been just eager enough that he'd done something that he'd never done before: he'd topped the ram, and somehow, he had made an impression. Robert, though drunk as hell, had laid triggers in his mind afterward, a bit of fun with hypnosis to have round two...three...four...five before they finally reached the end of their stamina and had to stop. They collapsed in bed, talked...shared...kinks...
Then they did it again. Or rather, Robert did it again. Triggering him, bringing him down, taking him to the gym...and then to a club...and then elsewhere...
Alder was dripping with pre-cum as he remembered the things that he had done under hypnosis, and even now, even in trance, he could feel his need rising. He'd been the big guy's walking top, the dom in disguise, the thing that had fulfilled every fantasy that the ram had ever had for someone else to use him.
Robert was not straight. Not even close.
The ram was leaning over him, their cocks touching. It didn't matter that the other man's cock was twice the length and width of the Siamese's shaft; memory told him that it had never been inside of him, never actually been pushed. It was just a meat-stick, something all but useless on the big slut over him.
"You are the master of my cock. I exist only to give you pleasure. You are my cruel, horny hypnomaster. You will wreck my ass and use me roughly. You will hypnotize me every day into your slut. In public we'll be affectionate boyfriends and make everybody wonder what I see in you. In private, you'll make me your hypnobitch and slave and lead me by the balls around the club..."
To hear that in Robert's deep, powerful voice made him shiver from head to toe, more so knowing just what it meant for them. They were...
They were...
He was...
He was falling with each swing of the chastity cage, falling deeper into that mindset. They'd gone here before, but this was different. There was something more powerful about it this time. This wasn't...this wasn't just a scene.
He's...making it...real...
Alder moaned as the ram grabbed their cocks, pulling them together, and he moaned more as he imagined slamming that chastity cage down that fat cock. There was no point in allowing that thing to stay free, some part of his brain said. There was no reason to let the ram think that he deserved to keep a cock that was uncaged. No, no, that was for people that used their dicks to fuck, men that had sluts that were more than willing to give it up.
Robert might have had an endless number of men and women that were willing to give it up to the star rugby player, but that didn't matter. He wasn't going to use them.
"S-slut...slut..." Alder muttered.
"Yes. I am your slut. You will make me your slut. Keep me your slut."
"Ah...ah..."
"You will make me belong to you...as boyfriend...and hypnobitch...and slave..."
Yes, he thought. Yes, he would take that. The ram could have been his all this time - should have been his all this time. He'd only held back because he thought his roommate would laugh him off, if not outright beat him up for it.
And he could have had this...
The whole...
Time...
"Nnngh..."
"You are my boyfriend," Robert said.
"I am...your boyfriend..."
"You are my master."
"I am...your master..."
"And I -"
"You are...my fucking...hypnobitch."
The words came all too easily, fueled by a frustration, need, and near-fury that had been awakened by the revelation of everything that he had been made to forget time and time again. He could have been awake for this, enjoying it, savoring it with every session. Instead, he'd been made to forget it, left in the dark, not allowed to enjoy it for anything but -
Was that why his cock had been so hard lately? Why he had been forgetting things? Why he had felt like such a robot going from place to place, never quite sure what was going on with the passing of time? How often had he been used, how often had he been left in the dark, forgetting the sessions that he would have killed to enjoy consciously?
"You will cage me tonight," Robert said. "From now on -"
That was all that he needed to hear. Though still in a trance, all those previous commands, all those sessions that they'd had together, suddenly bubbled up and pushed him. He swatted Robert's hand away from his cock, reaching out with his other hand for the cage. It popped off the string as soon as he took it, and he felt...powerful. It was as if the cage was its own magic talisman, and he panted as he felt as if something else had happened. Something went 'click' in his mind, and he moved. Not entirely freely, not entirely robotically, but some mix of each.
They shifted position, both their cocks oozing pre, throbbing, bouncing. Alder chuckled, the sound so strange coming from his throat. The smaller cat grabbed the ram by the balls, giving them a squeeze. Not too hard, but enough to convince that dick to start slowly going back down again. Squeeze, roll, squeeze, teasing that fat thing to go down, to hang over the balls rather than jut upwards like it was going to do anything.
It belongs to me, he thought. This ram...belongs...to me.
"You are my master," Alder said, as if he was still continuing the induction.
"I am your master, hypnobitch. And from now on, I call the shots."
He gripped that cock, feeling how it throbbed even while soft. There was so much there, so much more dick than anyone ever really needed. And it was not going to be used again. This thing...this thing had no need hanging out.
Was he always like this? Was this...this aggressive...cruel...dominant...sadistic...
His questioning thoughts trailed off, buried by the lust and need that the trance had pulled forward. Would they come out again? That question went along with the rest to the garbage pile. Instead, he grabbed those balls and pulled on them, dragging his new boyfriend-bitch to him.
"You...are...mine," he said, his voice dipping upwards rather than downwards, becoming high and almost sinister rather than the deep, almost bassy tones that the other male had. "And you...will never...be uncaged again."
With each word, he was sliding that metal tube towards the cock ring at the base, knowing on some level that the ring had the right attachments for the cage, that Robert had been waiting for this moment as long as this buried part of him had been waiting to be unleashed. Further, sliding, slicked up with thick ram pre-cum. It was so thick and heavy, the room so musky with the lust of two perverts that had finally been called out to be their true selves.
There had to be a lock, he realized, only for Robert to hand it over. The cat took it, pressing the cage right to the base of that massive cock. It bulged against the metal, so big that it was forced to squish down on itself, the balls so full that they were forced forward and bulged against the base of the cage. Oh, they would bulge far more by the time that he was done with his new hypnobitch.
The Siamese cat was all but drooling at the possibilities of what he could do with his new sub. Fucking, rutting, using him, showing him off at the different clubs: the sky was the limit. And this time? This time, there was no getting rid of him. This was their life, and this time, he would fucking remember.
Rolling the lock between his fingers, he lined up the metal bar with the little hoop at the top of the cock ring. Alder smirked down at the horny, happy ram, and jammed the lock closed.
Click.
The sound echoed through the air, and both cat and ram stiffened up, their backs going straight, their eyes rolling back. Alder's shaft all but blew right then and there, and he could feel a door in his mind getting locked tight. It was the door that this mindset, this personality always slipped away through, the one that it used as the exit to go back to rest when the scene was done, when they were ready to go back to normal.
So long as that cage was sealed, he wasn't going anywhere. He was the master. He was in charge.
As Robert's cock quivered, trying to jump up in the cage, the still-hard cat leaned over his slut. He gripped him by the harness, pulling him up as a most cruel smile crept over his face.
"Let's see how long we can keep it going this time..."