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"I wish hypno was real," Steel said, lounging on the couch while scrolling though his social media feed. The grey tiger with stripes coloured like steel was relaxing in a t-shirt and shorts, his body outstretched over the couch with his feet tapping on the cushions. One hand was on his phones while the other scratched his body lazily. "What? Where did that come from?" Michael asked. The red and orange bear sat in his usual chair, his attention was focused on the movie that the pair was supposed to be watching. He didn't know when Steel had lost focus. "Look at this," Steel replied. The tiger held out his phone to show his friend. On the screen was a video of a lion on his knees, eyes vacant and glassy, mouth open agape. His was slowly pawing at his erection while nodding his head. His expression made him seem like his mind was a million miles away. The caption said ‘His final strokes before I make him forget how to jerk off'. "I'm not saying it isn't hot as fuck, because it is, but this has to be fake," Steel said. "I don't know about that particular video, but hypnosis is very real. It's about letting your mind relax into a different state of consciousness. Anyone can enter that state given enough practice," Michael replied. "Nuh uh. It has to be for show." Steel smirked. "And even if it was real, which it isn't, I wouldn't be affected by it anyway." Michael raised a curious eyebrow. "Why do you say that?" "Because I'm an alpha tiger," Steel crossed his arms smugly, "and I'm such a dom top that my brain cannot be wired for submission." "First of all, wrong. Secondly, nope. Thirdly, absolutely not." Michael, who knew this conversation would take a while, paused the movie. "Fourthly, I'm pretty sure you're such a submissive foot slut that, if it was legal, you'd have married someone's feet the moment you legally could." The tiger's face gained an annoyed expression, but a blush revealed his true feelings. "I-I'm not! In those situations I'm completely in control, and any foot play I do is because I'm a dom who orders submissive subs to give me their feet...among other orders..." "Okay then," began Michael, "how about a bet?" "A bet?" Steel replied curiously. "If I can zonk you, I win. If I can't zonk you, then I'll give you free reign of my feet for a whole week." Michael said. The blush on Steel's face became a deep red. "A week...? I...erm..." He coughed. "C-Can you make it so I can top you for a week instead?" "You just said that your foot loving happens because you're a dom who takes what you want. Either you were lying, and you're just a subby little foot slave, or you were telling the truth. Either way, take it or leave it," Michael replied. "I..." Steel puffed out his chest in a show of bravado. "I accept." Michael clapped his hands together and stood up. "Good! We can start right now. I'll give you a massage that'll surely relax your body and mind," Michael said as he walked behind Steel. "Now, sit up." The tiger put down his phone and sat upwards in front of the bear. "Oohh, following my orders already?" Michael said mockingly. "Shaddup, or I'll call off the bet," Steel replied. "Sorry, sorry, I couldn't resist," Michael said apologetically. "Now, enjoy." Michael placed his hands on Steel's shoulders, his fingers massaging the tense muscles around the tiger's neck. "Now, I want you to relax. I want you to enjoy," Michael began. "Your muscles are so tense. I need you to...relaaaax..." A small grunt of approval left Steel's mouth as he enjoyed the physical attention. Giving up a small part of his pride, he relaxed his shoulders even more. "That's right. It feels good to relax. It feels good to let me help you relax. You want me to help you relax, right?" Michael said. "Yeah," Steel answered softly. Michael moved his hands down slightly, starting his focus on the shoulder and upper back. His fingers were reading Steel's body like a book as they applied pressure in all the right places, the digits making the tiger feel nice and relaxed. "Just focus on my hands and my voice. Nothing else matters. No stress. No worries. No...thoughts..." Michael emphasised that final word by digging his thumb into Steel's shoulder blade, which caused the tiger to let out a groan of satisfaction. "Now, on the count of three, you will let everything go. It'll be just me, my voice, and my hands. One...two...three...!" Another jab of Michael's thumb caused a second groan to leave the tiger's mouth. But it wasn't a grunt of submission; it was a grunt of pleasure. Steel turned his head to look at Michael and smirked. "I'm still here. Looks like you don't have the magic touch." The bear removed his hands from his still-awake friend. "It felt good though, right?" "Yeah," Steel confirmed, "but not good enough to bring me under. Seems like I win the bet now." As Steel started to gloat, Michael couldn't stop the grin that appeared on his face. "It didn't bring you under because you weren't being a very good..." Michael leaned in close behind Steel, the bear's mouth nearly touching his ear as his voice dropped to a whisper," ...Service Kitty..." The moment the words entered Steel's mind, it was if a spirt had possessed him. He inhaled deeply before exhaling with a moan, his body slumping down in the chair. His body left like lead, and he couldn't move a single part of himself. His mind wasn't spared the same treatment as every thought vanished before they could even begin. He was unthinking, content to lay on the couch and exist, unable to fathom any other existence. He could only feel one thing: good. The tiger's eyes half closed, and his breathing became deep and rhythmic as he waited for orders. "How does it feel to be a Service Kitty?" Michael asked. The phrase caused Steel to moan again, his body feeling like it was melting into the couch. "I feel...gooood..." he slurred. Michael leaned over Steel's body, moving his hands to the tiger's pecs and gave them a testing grope before massaging them. The effect of Michael's fingers tracing over Steel's clothed nipples is immediate as Steel's cock begins to harden in his pants. The bear kept up his sensual assault on Steel's pecs, not stopping until the tent in his pants threatened to break free. "Will you be a good Service Kitty for me?" Michael asked as he moved his hands away the tiger's chest. If he was capable of thinking for himself, Steel would have asked Michael to keep his hands on his chest. But all he could do was pant lustfully and accept whatever would happen next. "...yes..." Steel said weakly. "That's good. You're such a good Service Kitty," said Michael, which caused Steel to shiver in pleasure. "When I start my massage again, your conscious mind will wake, but you will remain in your Service Kitty trance. You will feel like you're in control, but the Service Kitty inside you will remain in control. Understand?" "Yeah, Service Kitty in control," Steel repeated. "Now, when I say a statement, followed by the phrase ‘I guess', followed then by a suggestion, Service Kitty will accept the statement as true and will believe the suggestion is something you desire. Service Kitty will then make your conscious mind accept it as if it was your own thoughts. For example, if I say ‘you look hot, I guess you want to cool down by stripping naked', you will start to feel hot and will desire to strip naked to cool down. Is that clear." Michael could see the gears in Steel's mind turn as he processed the command. After a few moments, the tiger answered. "...yes..." "That's good. When you wake, your conscious mind won't remember anything that happened after you became Service Kitty. You will believe that you dozed off and then woke up a few minutes later," Michael said. "...I will have dozed off..." Steel repeated. As he returned his hands to Steel's shoulders, Michael resumed the massage. It isn't long before he notices some tension returning to Steel's muscles as the tiger began to regain control of his body. Steel shut his eyes as his consciousness returned and the tiger leaned back into the massage, enjoying how it made him feel. "Now, tell me, are you obedient to me?" Michael asked. Steel opens his eyes to look at the bear. "No, absolutely not. I told you that hypnosis wouldn't work." "Do you want me to stop?" "Nah, this feels so good that I could lay down like this for hours." "My massage isn't hypnotising you, I guess you want me to stop," Michael said, smirking as he tested his new command. The change came over Steel suddenly, but he did not question it. Even though he was enjoying the massage, he knew it was only happening to get him hypnotised. Now that it's failed to hypnotise him, he doesn't need it to keep going. Steel shrugged his shoulders and stretched his arms, forcing Michael's hands off him. "Your hypnotic massage didn't work, so you can stop trying now." "Yes, Sir!" Michael said with fake enthusiasm as he returned to his couch in front of Steel. Once seated, he raises up a socked foot, flexing his toes and causing the fabric to stretch slightly. Steel's eyes immediately focused on the foot in front on him. "W-What are you doing!?" Steel asked, a blush appearing on his face. "I'm letting you take your prize from the bet. I couldn't hypno you, so you get free access for a week. C'mon, dig in," Michael teased, still flexing his toes. "No!" Steel said, faking a pout and pretending to look away. "Oh? Why not?" Michael asked, putting his foot down. "I told you that I'm an alpha dom! That means I won't shove my face into your feet on your command. I order my subs to give me their feet." "You say that, but that tent in your pants says otherwise," Michael said while he pointed to Steel's covered erection, still hard from the pec massage earlier. The blush on Steel's face became redder. "Shaddup! You must have hit a pressure point or something when you massaged me! Yeah, that's what you did!" "And did my massage make you turn red like a tomato right now? That blush tells me all I need to know," Michael retorted. "Shush, it's just hot in here. I can't help the temperature," Steel said unconvincingly. "You are feeling hot, I guess you want to cool down by stripping naked," Michael suggested. Even though Steel was lying about the room being hot, his body began to heat up uncomfortably. He had felt himself starting to sweat despite the temperature being quite comfortable. As the room wasn't hot, the only thing he could think was making him overheat were his clothes, and the quickest way to cool down would be to get out of them. "Y-Yeah, that does sound good," Steel said as he grabbed his shirt and pulled it upwards to remove it, but then he tugged it back down almost as quickly, embarrassed about what he was about to do. "You aren't going to strip?" Michael asked, curious to know how the tiger fought against the same command he used as an example. "I really do, but I feel like it would be a bit awkward if I did it in front of you," Steel said, embarrassed. "You were watching porn in front of me before and your cock is still hard, I guess there's no need for any awkwardness between us," Michael suggested. It was an airtight thought in Steel's mind. He had been watching that porn video earlier, and his cock was hard in his pants. Their messages to each other had the occasional porn shared too. Their relationship, while not physically sexual, has been sexual enough that a little nudity is just a natural step. A sigh of relief left Steel's mouth as he felt comfortable enough to strip and cool down. "you're right." The tiger stood up and pulled his shirt up and over his head and revealed his muscular torso, including his nipples, which were still erect from their massage. As he tossed his shirt to the floor, he looked visibly more comfortable. Next to get removed were his socks as he tugged them down his feet, before placing them neatly on his crumpled shirt. Steel then slipped his claws into the waistband of his pants and underwear, yanking them both down in a single movement. His hard cock bounced in the air as it was freed from its prison, and then he stepped out of his pants before taking a seat again. "This feels so much better," Steel said, smiling. "And I had such an amazing front row seat to your strip show." Michael teased. "Don't you think I'll be doing this again in front of you. It's just so hot," Steel said. Michael made an obvious motion to grope his crotch while fake moaning. "Of course!" The faux display of perversion caused Steel to roll his eyes. "So, do you wanna cash in your reward or what?" Michael asked. "Can you stop it with that foot thing?" Steel replied, annoyed at the constant asking. Michael threw his hands up in a false innocence. "Hey, you're the one that's still rock hard in front of me. It's giving me mixed signals." "I told you, this is just a reaction to something you did in the massage. It means nothing more than that," Steel said. "Your cock being hard is an unwanted reaction, I guess you want it locked in a chastity cage," Michael suggested with a grin. The tiger immediately shut his mouth and averted his gaze, the blush on his face deepening further. The bear had hit the nail on the head again; he disliked that his cock was disobeying him by staying erect. He wanted it to be soft and to stay that way, and the most effective way would be chastity. If he could lock it away, he could keep his unruly erection under control. "Was I right?" Michael asked smugly, knowing exactly what was running through his friend's mind. "Yes," Steel replied bashfully, "but..." "But what?" "I don't have my cage with me here," Steel admitted. "Oh, is that all? I got a spare cage in the bathroom if you wanna lock up." Steel's eyes lit up at the opportunity to lock away his unwanted erection. "Really?! Are you sure that's okay?" "Knock yourself out," Michael said, waving his hand to gesture for Steel to walk away and grab it. "Or, should I say, lock yourself up." Steel wanted to respond to that final comment, but the permission to lock away his dick overrode his desire to talk back. He muttered a quick thanks as he stood up to make his way to the bathroom. "It's in the second drawer," the bear called out as Steel shut the bathroom door behind him. The tiger's feet rushed over the cool floor tiles as he made his way to the sink drawers. He opened the second drawer and his eyes locked on the single item inside. If he was more lucid, he would have questioned why Michael only had just the single chastity cage in the whole drawer, but all he could think about was wearing the snug item. He picked up the steel item, rolling his eyes as he imagined Michael commenting that he and the cage shared a name, and enjoyed the cold sensation of the metal in his hand. Placing the full device against his cock, he shudders from the temperature. He holds the cage against his member for a few more moments, hoping the chill causes him to soften. As his dick started to shrink down, he fiddled with the small padlock that held the device in place, twisted the key and separated it. He left the base ring in his hand and put the cage and lock on the sink. Without wasting another moment, Steel slid his cock through the ring before pushing his balls through with a practiced ease. Satisfied with the ring, he grasped the cage and lined up his cock to put it inside. His half-erect member is still too much for the cage, but the cold metal quickly fixed that. With his dick softened, he lined it up with the base ring before grabbing the lock. After threading the lock through the cage's holes, he pressed the lock together, causing the telltale ‘click' of it becoming locked. When he looked down at his caged member, a feeling of satisfaction flooded him; his unwanted erection had been dealt with exactly the way he wanted, and now his cock was straining its confines, twitching with lust, as it tried to return to that unwanted erect state. With his cock now locked, Steel left the bathroom to return to his friend, making sure to grab the key to the lock before leaving. "Looks cute on you," Michael said as Steel returns. He was still sitting in his lounge chair, fully clothed, but with an obvious tent in his pants. "Thanks," replied Steel as he accepted the compliment. Instead of sitting back down, Steel made his way to his crumpled pile of clothes with the key in hand. "What are you doing there?" Michael asked. "I don't want to lose the key, so I'm putting it with my clothes, so I know where it is. I'll take this thing off before I head home," Steel replied, giving his cage a grope for emphasis with his free hand. "Steel," Michael began to say while he held out a hand, "since we're good friends, I guess you trust me to hold on to the key for you." Fiddling with the key in his hand, Steel realised that it would be best to hand the key to Michael. The key might fall out of his clothing pile and become lost, so he decided to give it to his friend for safe keeping. "I--you're right," Steel replies as he walked over to Michael and handed over the key. With the key in his possession, Michael held it in front of Steels face. "You have given me your key, I guess you want me to decide when you're unlocked." As his mind acknowledged the suggestion, Steel softly bit his lip and supressed a quiet moan. While he wanted to take off the cage in a couple of hours, all he can think of now is staying locked up until his friend allows him freedom; his mind told him it wouldn't make sense for him to ask for the key back after entrusting it to Michael, and he knew Michael would unlock him at the appropriate time. "T-That's why I gave it to you," the tiger stammered as he tries to justify things to himself. "I trust you with it." "Do you still think of yourself as a dom top in control?" Michael asked, giving the key a teasing kiss before placing it into his pocket. "Of course. You've only provided suggestions that I was already thinking about, so it's not like I'm submitting to your orders or anything," Steel replied with a smug expression. "So, to get things straight, you wanted to strip naked, get caged up, and want me to control when you're unlocked?" "Yes? I'm not sure what you're getting at?" "I'm not getting at anything. I just wanted to check what's happening, Mr Alpha-Dom tiger." "I can tell when you're mocking me," Steel said while rolling his eyes. "Why, I could never mock such a dominant alpha male like yourself," Michael said mockingly. "But what I want to know is if you want me to join you in your nudity?" The question caused Steel to stop and think for a moment. "If you're feeling hot, I wouldn't mind if you stripped too." "You stripped naked in front of me, I guess you want me to strip and join you," Michael said. The tiger's eyes looked up and down the bear, and he imagined what his friend would look like naked. Steel looked at Michael's still tenting crotch and started to wish to see what was under it. Steel thought that he shouldn't have to be the only one enjoying the nudity between friends. "I'll admit that the thought has crossed my mind," Steel confessed. Seeing that his friend was eyeing him up, Michael moved a hand to his crotch and gave it a grope. "You want to see me naked, I guess you want to personally help me out of my clothes." Steel can't help himself from taking a set closer. As he watched Michael put on his lewd display, all he could think of was getting the bear naked. He needed to see his friend naked, and, more importantly, he needed to do it himself. With all the teasing he's endured that day, it's the least Michael could do. "Would you let me?" Steel asked. Michael's hand groped his crotch again, his cock visibly bulging in his pants. The bear stood up, holding his arms out to the sides. "Are you gonna just stand there and gawk at me, or are you gonna help?" Without another word, Steel leapt at Michael, desperate to get his hands on him. He acted like a child at Christmas, unable to decide which part to unwrap first. He could start with the shirt, undoing the button and revealing the fuzzy torso inside. Or he could start with the pants, getting on his knees, his face at the perfect height to nuzzle the bear's crotch. Or he could start with the feet, peeling off the socks and huffing them as he stripped the other areas. After careful consideration, Steel decided to start at the top and work his way down, ending with his favourite. Steel moved a clawed finger to Michael's top button and circled around it. "Don't you dare think about ruining my clothes," Michael said sternly. "Fine," Steel replied, curious to see what would happen if he did, but deciding against it. Steel placed his fingers against the button and started to undo them. With each button undone, he would pull open more of Michael's shirt to reveal the bear's torso. He could smell a light musk from his friend, which made his cock twitch in its cage. When his hands reached the buttons at Michael's belly, he was interrupted. "You've freed my chest, I guess you want to bury your face in it," Michael said. The suggestion caused Steel to stop and stare at his friend's chest. It was as if the red fur had spoken to him and told him directly. The twin mounds of muscles looked soft and inviting, and wanted nothing more than to shove his face between them. Steel forgot he was supposed to be stripping Michael and just stood there, captivated, wanting to bury himself in it. A moan left his lips, and he could feel his dick swelling harder in his cage, desperate to reach a full erection. Michael giggled. "And would a dom top alpha tiger like you do in this situation?" "I—I'd take it without asking," Steel stammered out. He understood what Michael was suggest and, without waiting any longer, dove into the pecs before him. Steel pressed his nose into Michael's chest and breathed in deep, enjoying the light, musky scent. He placed his arms around the bear, giving him better stability as he rubbed his face against each pec as if he was trying to mark himself with the scent. As Steel continued his exploration, shoving his face under Michael's shirt to get to his armpit, Michael pat his head. "You're such a good alpha to take what you want like this," Michael said mockingly as he used his hand to hold Steel in place. Pressed against Michael's armpit, Steel couldn't reply with anything other than a satisfied moan. He tried to push away, but the hand locked him in place. After a few more seconds, which felt like minutes, the bear relented and moved his hand away. Steel flung back, his face melted into lust as he breathed heavily. "I hope you enjoyed that. Now, back to stripping me," Michael said. It took him a few moments to remember what he was doing, but the comment snapped him back to reality. Steel could still feel the pull to bury himself in the pecs before him, but the desire to strip Michael and see him naked won out. The tiger got back to work, undoing the remaining of the shirt's buttons. "All...done...!" Steel said as Michael's shirt flowed open. All that remained was getting the bear's arms out of the fabric, which happened easily and the shirt was tossed to the side. "Good work. What's next?" Michael replied. Steel lowered to his knees and placed his hands on Michael's belt. "Pants next." While Steel worked on unclasping the belt, Michael wanted to tease some more. "You're removing my belt, I guess you really want to free my cock." It felt like lightning had struck Steel. The only thing between him and seeing Michael's dick was some pants and underwear, and he desperately wanted both removed. He wanted his friend stripped, but he needed that cock freed even more than anything else. His shaky hands loosened the belt and he moved to pull down the pants and underwear in a single go. Michael sensed that Steel would try and skip to the fun part, so, as the tiger pulled down his pants, Michael grasped his underwear to keep them on his waist. Steel was so desperate to see Michael's dick that disappointment filled him at being denied. He placed his hands back to the waistband of the underwent and tried to pull down again, but Michael managed to stop him. "Your face is so close to my bulge, I guess you want to sniff it," Michael said. Hands frozen is place, Steel leaned forward and planted his nose right into clothed erection in front of him. He breathed in deep and enjoyed the scent. Michael's bulge smell was stronger than his pecs, but weaker than his armpits, but the odour of precum made up for the lack of intensity. "You're huffing my bulge, I guess you're horny for my scent," Michael said. "God, yes," Steel groaned, his libido on fire from the bear's musk. As he nuzzled Michael's erect bulge, Steel couldn't stop himself from moving his hands away from his friend and down to his own crotch. His caged member twitched and throbbed, desperate for stimulation. His hands tugged at the cage and he wished he could remove it and get off. He briefly thought about asking for the key back, but a part of his mind reminded him that he's wearing the cage to stop unwanted erections, and Michael would unlock him when the time was right. Steel would keep tugging at his cage, but not with the intent of being let out. Each denied tug helped remind him that he wanted to be locked up, and it was exactly how he wanted things to be. To support that understanding, his cock leaked precum, which reinforced to him how right everything was. "You enjoying yourself there, my little alpha dom?" Michael said, thrusting his crotch against Steel's face. "...am an alpha..." Steel said, muffled by Michael's crotch is his face. He didn't want to pull away from the scent in front of him, and a full sentence would have been too much. "I know you are. Now, how about you show how much you're in control by finishing getting me naked," Michael said. With great effort, Steel took one last huff of the bear's bulge before pulling himself away. He placed his hands on the underwear's waistband and yanked down. Michael's hard cock bobbed up and down in time with his heartbeat, and the musk hit Steel even harder. Besides arousal, he felt a personal satisfaction at seeing the naked dick, like he had accomplished a task. Every atom in his body screamed at him to dive into the cock, but something helped him keep control. However, the control didn't last too long. It lasted just long enough for Steel to get Michael to step out of his pants and underwear. Once the bear was out of his clothes, with only his socks remaining, Steel's aroused brain took over. He dove back into Michael's crotch, nuzzling his flesh and scent. He let out a moan and, with his mouth still open, moved to give Michael's balls a kiss while balancing the cock on his face. Michael enjoyed the feeling of Steel losing himself completely. It wasn't the first time this scenario had played out, but the bear loved the progression all the same. Given Steel's desire for feet, Michael was surprised at how much he was rejecting them this time though. Before the tiger could get a mouthful of bear cock, Michael stepped back and sat on his chair and raised a sock-covered foot. The sudden movement of Michael caused Steel to fall to the ground. As he looked up, he saw his friend towering above him in his chair as he held a foot up. Steel pushed himself up and returned to his knees, planning on crawling back to the cock he was servicing, but Michael interrupted him. "My foot is in front of you, I guess you want to worship it," Michael said. Steel's mind shifted gears easier than a car. One moment, he wanted cock. The next, all he wanted was bear feet. He crawled towards Michael and reached his outstretched foot. Without a second thought, he pressed his face into the socked sole. After only a single sniff, he rated the scent the best so far. From the heel to the toes, Steel huffed the foot like he was running out of oxygen, taking in deep breaths as he went. To show his appreciation, he would kiss the sock every few seconds, feeling nothing but adoration in his heart. His hand moved along the fabric in a weak massage as they tried to remove the sock and reveal the foot underneath. A claw eventually made its way and began to pull it down. As each inch was revealed, Steel's face was there to give it a kiss hello. The sock came off, and Michael's foot was bare, and his toes were flexing. The sight was memorising to Steel, who brought the freed sock to his face for another sniff before he dove back in. The tiger opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, gliding it over the foot. His nose could smell the delicious musk, his tongue could taste the salty sweat, and he felt like he could freeze time and stay like this for days. He could feel his cage twitching like crazy as if his unruly dick was trying to break free from its safety. He moved a hand down to grope it, forgetting he was holding the sock, and placed his leaky member into it. His hips started to buck unconsciously as he tried to breed Michael's sweaty sock. As Steel's tongue glided between Michael's toes, the bear spoke again. "You're enjoying yourself so much, I guess you want to sit between my legs and get comfortable," Michael said. While kneeling, Steel could feel his knees starting to hurt. He didn't know how much longer he could keep up that position, so he crawled as close as he could to Michael, gave the bear's dick a kiss, and then sat down between in front of his friend. The back of Steel's head was placed against Michael's crotch, and his face nestled between Michael's cock and his thigh. "So comfy," Steel groaned. Michael moved his free foot and began to grind his sole against the precum slick steel while he used his toes to massage Steel's balls. He then placed his sock foot on his opposite calf, trapping Steel in a headlock. Each breath that Steel took was filled with musk and all he could do was pant with lust, too horny to do anything else. "How do you feel now, Mr Alpha Kitty? Still think hypnosis doesn't work," Michael said with a mocking tone. It took him great effort, but Steel managed to reply, taking pauses to breathe in the musk account him. "Mmm...you failed...I'm still a dom top...still in control..." "You're trapped between my legs, drunk on my musk, leaking like a faucet in your cage, and barely able to speak, so I guess I actually won the bet, and you've been obediently following my commands this whole time," Michael said. It was like the wool was removed from Steel's eyes. He thought back on what he had done, and everything made the most sense if he assumed he was hypnotised. He couldn't think of when it happened, but he assumed he was brought under when he fell asleep during the massage...the same massage he thought didn't work... "...I lost...the bet..." Steel admitted weakly. "That's right. And do you know why you lost?" Michael asked. "...no...?" Steel replied. "You lost because you're such a good Service Kitty," Michael answered. As he heard his trigger word, Steel inhaled deeply, then exhaled as his consciousness returned to sleep. ~~ That afternoon, when Steel returned home, he couldn't believe that Michael didn't catch him wearing a chastity cage. He remembered that the cage he ordered arrived that day and he put it on shortly before heading to his friend's house. The snugness around his crotch made him so horny that he felt like he was going to go crazy, and Michael didn't seem to pick up on it. He removed his pants and saw his underwear was socked with enough precum to appear like he had a small accident. "Shit, I really need to cum," Steel said to himself. Walking over to his computer, he pulled down his underwear and gave his cage a grope which caused him to shudder with sexual need. He loaded up his favourite site, TigerTube, and began clicking through videos. One hand on the mouse, the other hand tugging on his balls. Strangely, nothing seemed to be getting his libido interested, which was weird given how leaky and needy he felt, but then he saw the banner ad and felt his arousal start to rise. He usually didn't click on random sites in ads, but he couldn't seem to resist the chubby ursid humping the BearHub logo. Loading the site felt like a switch was flicked inside him as his cock began twitching with need as he kept staring at the non-stop stream of bears that the site offered. He had lost nearly two hours to lustfully staring at bears and he decided that he needed to cum. He returned to where he tossed his pants and dove into the pockets to retrieve the key, but his hand only grasped the empty air inside. He tried another pocket to the same result. He looked through all his pockets and even turned them inside out to look for the key, but it wasn't there. He had strong memories of bringing the key with him in his pocket, so he was certain that he should have it. He was about to turn his entire house upside down to search for it when his phone buzzed with a message. The notification said it was from Michael, so he opened it. It was a video. It showed Michael recording a selfie and it was clear he wasn't wearing a shirt. In the hand not holding the phone was a key on a chain that Steel recognised instantly. "I think you left something here," Michael said as he angled the video down to show his erect cock. He then placed the chain around his dick like a makeshift cockring. "I think I'll hold onto it until we catch up next week. Okay?" The video ended and Steel squirmed at the thought of being locked for a full week, unable to even consider getting the key back earlier. He was already a horny mess from just one afternoon and he couldn't even imagine what he'd devolve into with a week of denial. "Yes, Sir," Steel messaged back, not noticing the title he added at the end. It felt...correct...to call his friend that. He also opened the camera app and took a short video of his leaky cage, making sure to rub the slit to coax out as much precum as possible. He then sent the video to Michael without a second thought. In his mind, he recalled their friendship had always had them sharing casual dick pics to try and make the other guy horny, which is why he didn't think it was weird when Michael showed his cock in the video. A few moments passed and Michael sent another message. "Just as a random thought," Michael's message began, "do you think hypno/memory alterations are real, or just made up?" Steel chuckled to himself before replying. "Those aren't real, Sir. You can't just make changes to a person like that."