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I can feel that Darem wants to ask me something before he even moves from his desk. He’s anxious-horny-excited in a way that makes me concerned. It’s almost finals, and he’s up to something. I can tell he wants to do something with me, but it’s not about me, it’s just that he needs someone to do whatever it is with.
And he trusts me. Which is kind of nice. Except, he’s looming behind me and not saying anything.
“Bro, what’s up?” I look up at him, setting down my PADD for the moment. He bites his lip, a nervous impulse as his anxiety spikes up. He’s scared about asking me. Whatever he’s asking me. I get up from my chair so I’m standing with him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Bro, just say it.”
“Umm… I’ve been really worked up lately and having trouble focusing…” Total lie. This is just the excuse for whatever he wants to do. I don’t call him on it. “So I was thinking that maybe I would do something to help me focus. At least until finals are done.” He pauses for way too long, his anxiety still running really high.
“OK. What do you want to do, man?” I give his shoulder a squeeze to try to help him focus on me, to try to reassure him.
“I… I was thinking I would try wearing this.” He pulls out a metallic ring, but I can tell just from looking at it that it’s not just a ring. And from the way he gets a spike of horny-shame-excited about it that this is a sex toy of some kind. He thumbs the side of it and extending from the ring is a little metallic hood that then turns into the shape of a soft dick.
It’s a cock cage.
I get why he was nervous to talk about this plan.
“Sure, buddy. If you want to, I’m not going to judge.” I give him a smile like it’s all fine, but I am fully thrown by why he’s telling me about this.
“It’s just… I know if I just put it on, I’ll take it off when I feel like it. Which is why… umm… I want you to control the lock on it.” He tilts his head down to stare at the cage for a minute, then looks back up at me with just his eyes, keeping his head down. He’s radiating so much fear-horny-shame that it’s a little hard to think.
He’s really into this idea. And he really wants my help with it.
“Are you sure you want it to be me, buddy? Not like… I don’t know, someone you hook up with?”
“I… I trust you, man.” There’s truth in that, but I can sense something else under it that I can’t quite get hold of.
“OK. I’ll do it. But like… do you want me to just keep it locked all the time or what?”
“I mean… I think I’ll want you to unlock it sometimes. Finals won’t be done for two weeks, but like… only do it if I’ve got everything under control. If I’m caught up on everything. Does that sound ok?”
“Sure, bro. I’ve got you. Do I need to… put it on you?”
“Nah, you don’t need to touch it. It’s controlled by an app. I can set it up on your PADD, and then you just put in your thumbprint. Once you’re set up in the app, you’ll have total control of it.” There’s a crazy pulse of horny-excited-eager that comes off him when he says that. My stomach twists a little, and I feel weird about having that much power over him. It feels invasive. And I don’t really get why this has him so horny, but I guess if it makes him happy, I’ll go along with it.
He loads the app onto my PADD and then turns around to put the device on. He pushes down his pants, and it feels weird that I can’t see what he’s doing, but it also feels invasive to ask to watch. I can feel him humming with happy-horny-nervous as he does it. When he’s got everything in place, he pulls back up his pants and turns around.
“Put in your thumbprint now.” I nod and key the app to my thumbprint. It puts up text that reads ‘keyholder confirmed’. It displays a bunch of options. I start looking through them, and there’s way more here than just a simple unlock and lock feature. I set the lock for him.
“OK. You’re all locked up.”
“Thanks, man.” He gives me one of his big crazy grins, like this is the best day. He’s buzzing with excitement.
***
Darem’s been locked up for two days when he first asks me to let him out. We’re in the middle of studying for temporal mechanics, and I can feel that he’s having trouble focusing. He radiates frustration and some serious self-flagellation while he fiddles with something and is so clearly not reading.
“Buddy, I think it was a bad idea.” He looks at me with big earnest eyes, a little bit of desperation leaking through.
“What was?” I know what he’s talking about, but I play dumb. This was his idea. If he wants to bail on it, then he needs to use his words.
“The cage, bro. I… I want you to unlock it for me.”
“Right now?”
“Yeah. I mean… I’ll just take a 5 minute study break.”
“What’s the equation for chroniton degradation after a temporal rupture?”
“Uh…”
“You said you wanted to do this to help you focus, man. We just spent 5 minutes on that equation, and you can’t even say it back to me.”
“I know, man. That’s why I need out. I can’t focus with it on. I’m just… too worked up.”
“You’re worked up because you’re thinking about getting off instead of thinking about what we’re doing. I looked through the settings on this thing. Let me do something that might help.” I pull up the app on my PADD and activate the feature that says ‘gently numb’. Darem makes a weird face, but I can feel him starting to calm down. “I’m gonna leave that on for a bit until we’re done with this section. Then I’ll turn it off, and we can talk about it, OK, bro?”
“Thanks, man.” He bumps his shoulder against me, giving a little smile as I backtrack in my notes so we can go over chroniton degradation again.
***
Darem’s been locked for three days when he wakes me up at 0130. He’s crawled into my bed so that he can be quiet enough to not wake up Caleb. When I wake up, his hand is over my mouth and he’s pulling off my sleep mask. The hand over the mouth is totally fair, because I definitely make a startled noise about him being basically on top of me.
“Bro, I can’t sleep. I need you to unlock it. Please. I promise I’ll be quick.” He’s desperate and horny in such a way that I would notice even if I couldn’t feel him inside my head.
“Bro. It’s the middle of the night.”
“I know. Sorry, man, but I need it real bad.” I hesitate for a moment, but then grab my PADD.
“OK, but you gotta be quick, man. We should both be asleep right now.”
“I’ll be so quick.” I pull up the unlock feature in the app. It prompts if this is a long-term unlock or a timed one.
“You have three minutes. After that it’ll lock back up.” He gives me wide eyes and I can feel just a hint of anxiety cut through him. “You ready?”
“Umm… should I get back in my own bed first?” He bites his lip, and I can feel that he’s conflicted about it. He wants to have some privacy, but he also has a strong exhibitionist urge.
“It’ll be faster if you do it here. And then I can give you a countdown if you’re taking too long.” He nods and moves onto his back, pushing his pants down. He’s pressed against my side, his head on my pillow next to mine. In the dim light, I can just barely see him starting to rub at the cage.
“I’m ready.”
“OK. Three minutes.” I unlock him. I can hear more than I can see as he starts stroking himself. He’s working himself over enthusiastically, making little breathy sounds.
It’s hot. Which is partially the emotional bleedthrough of how good it feels for him to have his cock out where he can touch it for the first time in three days, but also… he’s really hot.
I try to keep my eyes on the timer counting down. He still has a full 48 seconds left when he lets out a little grunt and instinctively buries his face against my shoulder. I hand him a rag to clean himself up with. He’s all set by the time the timer goes off and the cage slides back into place.
“Thanks, man.” He grins at me in the dark and pulls me into a hug before slipping out of my bed. I get up and go to the bathroom, jerking off on my own before going back to bed.
***
Two days later, we’re about to go meet everybody for dinner. Caleb just left the room. I set my PADD on its charger, but as I go to leave, Darem grabs my shoulder.
“Ocam, can I… can you let me out before we go? I’ll be quick, man.”
“People are gonna notice if we’re late, dude. You have to be real quick.”
“Yeah, real quick.”
“OK, bro. Minute and a half.” His eyes go wide, and I feel the spike of his anxiety. “If you don’t finish, you can try again later.” He nods and radiates horny-nervous-excited. I look at him for a moment and feel a weird urge. “Maybe you should kneel on the floor and do it. So you don’t have to worry about messing up your clothes.”
He doesn’t question it, he just gets on his knees and opens up his trousers, just eager and horny. I’m looking at my PADD, but I can see that he’s rubbing the cage already in anticipation.
“OK. 90 seconds, bro.” He’s breathing hard already. I try to focus on the timer, but I can see how fast his hand is moving, how hard he’s trying. I can feel how much he’s enjoying this moment of freedom.
“30 seconds.” I warn him. He’s relentless and starting to make those breathy noises like maybe he’s getting close.
“10. 9. 8.” I can feel the spike of his fear. “7. 6. 5.” He’s not close enough. “4. 3. 2. 1.” He lets out a little whimper as the ring squeezes him and his dick goes soft in his hand. The cage extends, slowly but insistently pushing his hand away and enveloping him once more. He’s kneeling in the middle of our room, breathing hard and awash in conflicted emotion. I can feel the frustration and disappointment, the lingering horniness, and a steady building shame at his failure. Somewhere underneath it all, there’s also a sense of excitement. Excitement about being denied.
The excitement hits me weird, but I push it aside, focusing on the shame spiral he’s about to fall into. I move in front of him where he’s still kneeling, pulling him into a hug and cradling his head against my chest. I need to say something. The only thing I can think of to say is so fucked up.
“Good boys don’t always get to come. That’s why you’re wearing it, remember? So you can be a good boy.” The shame in him loses its force as a feeling of reassurance flowers inside of him. I rub his head for a little and then step back. He stands up and zips back up his trousers. “You ready to go, buddy?”
“Yeah, let’s go to dinner.” He gives me a smile, but I can feel that he’s still all over the place and trying to calm down.
“Do you want to take a second to catch your breath?”
“Nah, bro. I’m good.”
“Cool. Cool cool.” He walks out. I adjust myself and follow him, trying to get my own emotions under control.
I’m a bad friend. I like him like this, desperate and needy. I like him begging me for what he wants. I like controlling him.
I’m such a bad friend.
Fuck.
All through dinner, Darem keeps radiating waves of conflicted emotions. He’s holding it all in pretty well, following the conversation, making asshole comments as appropriate, his usual behavior. Underneath the facade, he’s a mess, which keeps me feeling like a mess.
I did this to him. He asked me to do it, but I’m fucking with him. I’m making it harder for him on purpose.
I can’t let it go, and I barely say anything through dinner, which means after dinner SAM grabs me as everyone’s splitting off. Darem stands nearby for a second, waiting for me, but looks at SAM’s face and walks away.
“Is something wrong? You’re being quiet, which is notably unusual behavior for you.” She’s worrying about me, a ghost of strange sensations in the back of my mind. She’s so hard to read, which is one of my favorite things about her. I can just focus on what she’s saying instead of the layers of nuance underneath it all. It’s only when she’s really intense about something that I can really feel it. This isn’t as much as I’ve felt from her, but this is pretty noticeable.
“I just have something big on my mind, and I… I just need to figure it out.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Nah, I can’t.” This prompts a stern look from her. “It’s a private thing between me and someone else.”
“Does this have anything to do with Darem’s odd hormonal shifts in the past few days?”
“His what?”
“He’s been… very agitated lately.”
“SAM, I said it was private. If it did have something to do with whatever’s going on with Darem, then I wouldn’t want to talk about that.”
“Right. It just would actually be reassuring if you were both behaving abnormally for one reason instead of there being separate issues.”
“Samonita, I’m sure we’ll both be fine. Whatever’s going on with Darem is probably just because of prepping for finals. He’s been working really hard.”
“If you’re sure…”
“Yeah. We’ll both be fine as soon as finals are over, I’m sure.”
“Right. If you’re not, please talk to me about it.” Then she snaps her fingers and offers her hand to me. I snap my fingers back at her, grab her hand and pull her in for a quick hug. I head back to the room, but Darem’s not there.
I pull up my term paper for Xenomythology and try to focus on finishing it instead of how fucked up I am.
***
Darem doesn’t come back to the room until 2335 that night. He’s got his PADD in hand and as he sets it down on its charger, he shoots a grin at me. I’m still at my desk, working on my paper. Caleb’s lounging in his bed, reading through something on his PADD.
“Finished my Xenomythology paper.” He looks so proud of himself. I put on a smile for him, wanting to be encouraging, wanting to hide how guilty I feel. The nice thing about hanging out with non-Betazoids is it takes a lot for someone to call you on the shit you want to keep hidden away.
“It’s not due until Tuesday, bro. That’s great. Do you wanna study exo-chem with me tomorrow?”
“Yeah, definitely.” He’s all smiles as he changes into his pajamas. Caleb’s already dressed for bed, so I get up from my desk and change too so we can turn out the main lights. I put on my sleep mask, but I’m too agitated to actually sleep.
It’s a few minutes after Caleb starts snoring that I feel my bed shift. I pull up my sleep mask, and Darem’s climbing in next to me.
“Hey, buddy.” I whisper to him. He puts his fingers up to my lips.
“We don’t want to wake, Caleb.” He whispers, his face close to mine. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me against him and turning me so that my back is to him.
“Darem-” He puts his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet.
“Shh.” He whispers in my ear, his breath hot on my neck, his lips just grazing my skin. “You were right earlier. I want to be a good boy, and good boys don’t need to come. But I want to jerk off really bad, bro.” His other hand slips under the waistband of my pants, groping my fast stiffening cock. I let out a gasp into his hand, the sound smothered against his skin. I can feel the game he’s playing, how he’s pretending that my cock is his, pretending he’s jerking himself off as he starts to stroke me.
He pushes me on top of him, so that my back is against his chest as he settles into a sitting position on my bed. He pushes my pants down enough so that my cock is out, keeping one hand over my mouth the whole time. I can feel the solid bulge of the cage pressing into my ass. His hand grips my cock gently at first, slow and even strokes up and down. I squirm against him, not wanting him to stop, but wanting to talk to him. My hands are on his thighs, and I can feel the waves of horny satisfaction coming off of him as he works me over.
I need to tell him I fucked up. I need to tell him I’m sorry for being a bad friend, for liking how I made him feel. I need to tell him he shouldn’t trust me, that I like being in control of him too much.
Except that he’s in control right now, and I can feel how much he’s savoring it. Right now, my cock belongs to him, and I’m writhing against him. He’s so into it, which only makes me feel more worked up, more willing to let him do whatever he wants to me.
He strokes fast, and I can feel a weird whir in my mind with how much he’s focusing on my cock pretending it’s his. How he imagines what I’m feeling even as I actually feel it. His other hand stays clamped over my mouth, muffling my gasping breaths. I can feel a damp spot on my ass where he’s leaking through the cage.
When I come, it’s like he’s tearing it out of me it hits so hard. I’m a whimpering mess, pressing the side of my face hard against his as he cranes his head over my shoulder to watch my cock spurt and pulse in his hand.
When I finally calm down, he lifts his cum-splattered hand to his mouth to lick it clean. His other hand stays over my mouth, thankfully, because I moan a little when he does it. After he cleans off his hand, he grabs a rag to clean me up. Then he pulls back up my pants and gently rolls me off of him.
“Thanks, bro. That felt great.” He whispers in my ear, then he gives me a wild grin as he climbs out of my bed. My brain is too much of a mess to be able to respond.
***
In the morning when Darem gets back from the gym, he acts like nothing weird is going on. We start reviewing biochemistry together, but I can’t stop thinking about what happened yesterday. He’s totally focused, totally on top of things, and I’m spiraling. When Caleb gets up to go meet SAM for some project he’s helping her with, I finally get the nerve to say something.
“Darem, can we talk about what happened yesterday?” There’s a flash of excitement in him, horny and warm, and then he looks up at my face and I guess my face is doing something stupid, because he gets worried immediately.
“What about it?” He tries to play it cool. His anxiety is rising fast.
“I… I don’t know if we should keep doing this, man.” He suddenly has a wild spike of guilt.
“Did I freak you out last night? I’m really sorry, bro. I-”
“No, it’s not that, that was… I mean… I just… the part before dinner. I… when you couldn’t finish in time, I…”
“It’s fine, bro. You were right.”
“No, what I said after… it was a fucked up thing to say. I… I feel really bad about it. About how I handled it and about… how I felt about it.”
“Bro.”
“I liked it, Darem. I liked that you were a mess… I just… I think I need to stop.”
“Because you liked it, you don’t want to keep doing it.” The anxiety has ebbed away, but now he’s just confused. Hearing him say it, it does feel kind of stupid.
“I… I don’t want to like hurting you, man. I don’t want to do anything fucked up to you.”
“You didn’t hurt me, man. You just made me stop doing something.”
“But you were… you were fucked up about it. Emotionally. I hurt you where it actually counts.”
“I mean, yeah, I was worked up, but-”
“I’m a bad friend, Darem. You trusted me to do this for you, and I-”
“Bro. I asked you to do a weird sex thing with me, and you said yes. You’re not a bad friend, you’re my best friend. Don’t be stupid. I get that you’re having some strong reactions that you didn’t expect, and I don’t want to upset you. We can stop if you want, but you being into it too seems like a bad reason to stop to me. I… I really liked it. Yesterday. The part before dinner. And last night. I… you liked that part too right? Last night, at least.”
“Yeah…” My neck feels warm when I admit that. He grins, the last bit of tension easing out of him. His hand moves to grip my thigh.
“I want to finish this. Wear it until the end of finals. But if you don’t want that, then we stop. It’s up to you, bro. I trust you.”
“I… I don’t know, man.”
“You don’t have to decide right now. Let’s go get something to eat. Take some time to think about what you want to do, Ocam.” He squeezes my thigh, then suddenly leans forward, kissing me.
The rush of it overwhelms me for a moment, and then my hands are all over him. We’re suddenly on the floor as his chair topples over, and I can feel the cage grinding into my hip as I’m pulling his shirt off. We keep kissing, his hands on me, mine on him, and then he shoves down my pants. His hand wraps around my cock, and he gives a few strokes.
“Fuck it.” He suddenly stands, his arms around my waist as he just picks me up and carries me over to his bed. He lays me down and hurriedly gets his pants off. I stare at the silvery cage for a moment, the way his balls bulge out under it, confined and on display at the same time. “I… I want you to suck it.”
“Definitely, let me just-” I start to get up, to go for my PADD, and he pushes me back on the bed.
“I want you to suck the cage.” I look up at him, meeting those big brown eyes of his, and he’s so fucking horny that my brain is melting. I move to the edge of the bed by where he’s standing at the foot of it, eyes still locked with his. I lean forward and run my tongue along his balls and up along the side of the cage. I taste the strange mix of his sweat and the faint metallic flavor of the cage, but more than that I can see the little shudder he gives in response. I lick to the tip, pushing my tongue into the little opening and tasting the tip of his cock where his pre-cum starts to bead and drip.
I slide my mouth over the end of the cage, slowly sucking on it. He moans as his balls press against my chin and he starts leaking more and more. I swirl my tongue around the cage and then dip it back into the opening at the end. He tilts his head back, moaning more. He thrusts his hips forward, rocking back and forth as he tangles his hands in my hair, like he’s trying to fuck my mouth even though he can’t.
I let him have his way for a few thrusts, then put my hands on his hips. He goes still, his chest heaving. He looks down at me, eyes wide and so needy. I stand up, cupping my hand over his cage and balls. I kiss him, hard and deep as I rub at where I’m cupping him.
“Do you wanna fuck me?” He has that wicked grin on his face. He’s so needy underneath the cockiness, aching for attention and connection. I keep my grip on him, but move my other hand to his face. All my own feelings are so conflicted. I want to make him beg, I want to give him anything he asks for, I want to play his stupid games, I want to turn the cage off, I want to keep him locked up forever.
I want him to be mine.
I swallow hard, pushing it down. That’s not what we’re doing here. That’s not what he wants from this.
“Is that what you want, Darem? You want to get fucked while you’re still trapped in this?” I squeeze my hand around his balls and the cage, just tight enough so that I know he can feel it but not enough to hurt. He lets out a little sharp intake of breath. “You want to be a good girl for me? Let me fuck you while I play with your little clit?”
I’m not even sure where that came from, but the spike of pleasure in him says the answer is yes. Which feels like a fucked up thing to know about your best friend, but I also said that shit, so there’s a lot to process about this whole experience that I am not going to deal with right now.
I focus on what’s in front of me instead of all of whatever that means about either of us. I move out from in front of him and lightly shove his back. He’s on the bed on all fours with barely a touch. Needy. Eager. Distractingly hot.
I kneel behind him and grab hold of the meat of his ass with both hands to hold his cheeks apart. As I’m getting into position, I’m planning to tease him and try to get him even more worked up, but then I see his pink hole twitching. My brain turns off, and I just bury my face in his ass.
I intermittently try to push my tongue into him and just lick at him. He moans and pushes his ass out, his legs spread wide to give me as much access as he can manage. I just keep making out with his hole until I can feel the desire for more building up to a fever pitch in him. I stand up, grabbing the lube he doesn’t bother to hide off of his bedside table and get myself ready.
I push in slow, but he rocks back into me, forcing me into him faster than I intend. I move forward enough so that he can take all of me if he wants. He bounces back against my hips and starts fucking himself.
“Is that what my good girl wanted?” As the words leave my mouth, I can’t help but wonder what the fuck is wrong with me. Except that the noise he makes in response and the way the question makes him feel is absolutely intoxicating. I move on top of him, starting to thrust into him instead of just letting him fuck himself. Snaking my hand under him, I grab hold of the cage again. I rub it, pushing my finger against the leaky opening and rubbing the wetness all over where I'm gripping him.
He moans and whimpers beneath me. I thrust into him, hard and fast, pounding him into his bed. I don’t let go of his caged cock, rubbing at it and stroking it while it seems like a continuous stream pours out of him. He’s so fucking hot like this.
“I wanna keep you like this. I wanna keep you locked up forever, just my sweet needy girl begging to get dicked down.” Fuck. What the fuck am I saying? What the fuck is wrong with me?
But as I say those words to him, I can feel his body start clenching and loosening around my cock, wild spasms pulling me straight towards coming. The stream thickens, and I realize he’s coming in his cage. I come with him.
We stay in place for a long time, both just gasping. When I start to ease out of him, he goes limp and boneless, flopping down to the side on his bed. I can see the glittering pool of cum that he’s left behind. I grab a spare towel to hurriedly start cleaning up.
“Buddy… you ok?” I gingerly start wiping up the mess I’ve made of his ass.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good, Ocam.” His voice sounds unsteady, but he manages to turn his head so he can smile at where I’m kneeling behind him. “That… was intense. And really good, but I don’t know… it’s like I didn’t even come, I’m still so horny.”
“That’s fucked up.” I look back at the glittering pool. “You came a lot.”
“Yeah.”
“I… sorry, bro. About that shit I said. That was…”
“Bro, you cannot be held responsible for the things that come out of your mouth when you’re balls deep inside someone. People will say all sorts of shit when they’re about to come. Usually it’s confessions of love they don’t mean, but you know…”
“I mean… what about what I said when I wasn’t balls deep…”
“You mean the good girl stuff? I… it definitely did something for me. I wouldn’t want you saying that sort of thing to me when we’re not naked, but-”
“I wouldn’t!” I’m immediately upset that he thinks that’s even a possibility. He sits up, because my voice was probably a little too intense, too defensive.
“I know, Ocam. Are you ok?” He reaches a hand out, pushing my sweat-soaked hair back into its usual place. His hand stays there, gently rubbing my head.
“I… don’t know, man. Having control over you like this… it makes me feel out of control of myself.”
“Do you want me to lock you up?” I can tell he likes the idea. My stomach churns and my pulse picks up in a strong fear response. I instinctively flinch.
“No.” When so much of what’s going on makes me feel unstable, at least that’s something I have some sense of certainty about.
“Well, you can take some time to think, buddy. Right now, we should go shower and then get some food.”
“Yeah. Right.”
“We should really talk about this more. I just… you know you can tell me anything, right? And we can stop playing this game any time, if that’s what you want.”
I nod, and we get cleaned up enough to be able to go down the hall to shower.