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Quick disclaimer: This fic contains m/m sex, crossdressing, and chastity play. If you hate that stuff, I suggest you skip this one.

Since I just got the idea for this fic during the last week of October, I couldn't finish it before Halloween. However, the good news is that the Halloween influence isn't too strong (just some dressing up, basically), so it should still be quite enjoyable.

I will most likely write another fic in this setting, and once you finish this one, you will have a good idea who/what the other fic will focus on.

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Sharing an apartment with three roommates was always a gamble. Depending on the circumstances, it could turn out to be a blessing or a curse. In my case, it was both. The upside was that my roomies were just about as crazy about parties and drinking binges as I was, if not more. The downside was that their craziness didn't stop there. In their minds, impulses and weird ideas were signs by God the Almighty and of course had to be followed.

And thus, if God told them to make waffles while singing annoying cartoon intros on a Saturday afternoon, they did just that, and with lots of enthusiasm. Which is exactly the reality I had woken up in three minutes ago. So far, nobody had had the idea to crash into my room, so there still was the theoretical chance of pulling the blanket over my head and praying for another few minutes of sleep. Even though those waffles smelled kinda nice... Bah! Nice try, temptation! But you'd have to do better than that to get me! Smiling to myself, I pulled the blanket over my body.

The door to my room was kicked open before I even had the chance to sigh happily. "Doo dee doodoooooo!" Jake badly - but loudly - imitated some instrument. "The fighting robot! Doo dee doo dooooooooooo, MEGA MAN!"

God dammit, not this song. Anything, just not this song! He knew I hated this silly series about humans and their goofy humanoid robots. My blanket was suddenly yanked away, and I cursed and curled up. There was a small chance that he'd be happy with the current degree of annoyance. He knew that I'd rip off his tail for this alone, so maybe he'd stop...

Of course, he didn't. On the contrary, he decided to up the ante. "DOO DEE DOODOOOOOOOOOO!" he sang at the top of his voice while letting his fingers dance over the bare fur of my sides, poking my most ticklish spots as if playing a keyboard. My body twitched and jerked uncontrollably until I managed to grab my mattress and pull myself out of reach. "THE FIGHTI-URK!"

Oh, sweet silence. How I missed you! Sure, I only got it because I had quickly grabbed Jake's throat in retaliation, but it was silence nonetheless. "Give me one reason to let you live," I muttered, trying my best to sound badass.

Jake actually had to think about that one, and I loosened my grip just enough to prevent him from accidentally fainting. It was a ridiculous scene, a ferret single-handedly strangling a Collie. And of course, Jake could easily break out of it if he wanted to - he was more than a foot taller than me and worked out in a gym regularly. But he was also a goof who loved to play along with things like this, and he knew I wouldn't kill him. At least not this quickly. Finally, he pointed at my night table. "I bring waffles?" he offered and wagged his tail.

My eyes wandered over to the table and indeed, there was a plate with steaming waffles on it. "Yeah, okay, you may live for now," I told him and let go of his neck. He inhaled deeply, and I instantly glared at him. "But no more singing!"

"Yeesh, you're no fun, Josh!" the Collie whined. "I bet you'd loosen up after a drink."

"A drink," I repeated and grabbed a waffle, "this early? You're crazy."

"But it's Halloween!" Jake replied cheerfully and gave me a grin.

"All the more reason not to pass out in a drunken stupor at five or so in the afternoon." Which was exactly what I'd do if I started drinking now.

For some reason, Jake's grin only widened. "Good point. We wouldn't want that to happen..." There was something about the situation that creeped me out, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Maybe it was the way his tail was wagging faster than usual, or his almost suggestive look. Or maybe it was the fact that I was only wearing boxer shorts, although I doubted that this was it, especially since the Collie was only wearing a blue thong himself.

Jake watched in silence as I ate my waffles. He was waiting for me, that much I knew. What I didn't know was why he was waiting like that. When I finally finished my last one, he stood up and motioned me to follow him out of the room. "C'mon, the guys are waiting." My doubt must have shown on my face, and he patted my shoulder. "We're about to prepare for the party!"

"Nobody asked me where I'd like to go," I told him, not bothering to hide my annoyance. Being pushy was not my style, but I liked to at least have some influence on such decisions.

Jake crossed his arms, but didn't stop grinning. "Today's an exception. So c'mon!"

My other two roommates were waiting for us in the living room. Contrary to my expectations, they weren't eating any more waffles, but instead simply sat on the couch. When they saw me, they quickly got up and gave me grins not unlike the one Jake had given me.

Phil stayed a bit behind to adjust his kimono. The light grey rat was easily the cleanest and most stylish person living in this apartment, and we often joked that he'd sooner let us all die than let his outfit become ruined. Dave, the young leopard who had been waiting along with Phil, of course didn't really worry much about outfits. He was only wearing his leather collar as he grabbed me by my shoulders and guided me to the couch. "C'mooooon!" the feline urged me on. "We've been waiting for you!"

Once I was seated - curiously, the others remained standing - Phil coughed politely and waited for the idle chatter to stop. "Joshua," he started in his usual, soothing voice, "you know how we usually have long discussions about where to go when it comes to partying. Today, however, we got passes for the Rusty Paw and-"

"You're kidding," I blurted out, and Phil cringed. He positively hated it when people interrupted his speeches. Still, I wanted a verification when it came to the most exclusive club in town.

The rat sighed and reached into a box next to him. It looked full, and I couldn't help but wonder what it contained. But for now, Phil only took out a few rectangular slips of paper. "These are the official passes for tonight. Enough for all of us." When I opened my mouth, he gave me a quick glare. "Yes, they were expensive. No, I don't expect any of you to pay it back to me. Let's just say that my plans for tonight are worth the investment." Well, that sounded ominous enough. I crossed my arms and cocked my head to silently signal my doubts, but Phil just gave me a neutral smile. "Which brings us to... this." Again he reached into the Box of Mystery and held up an unlabeled DVD. Jake took it out of his hands and inserted it into the player under our TV. While he did so, I briefly pondered about Phil's comment. The rat was wealthy, and we knew he just shared an apartment with us because he enjoyed the company of people as silly and crazy as him. But so far, he had never openly shown off his wealth like this, so what was the occasion? Before I could think more about it, however, Jake pushed a button on the remote.

After a few seconds, the blank screen switched to... me. My jaw dropped when my brain finally started processing what my eyes were telling me. Somehow, the me on screen was on all fours on a table in some sort of dark club. Naked. Moaning. And having the time of his... well... my life. "What the fuck..." was all I could say as I stared at the scene in front of me. As shocking as the scene was, I had to admit that I was looking damn sexy like that. And judging by their smirks, my roomies agreed. Both the ones standing right next to me and the ones on screen that were seated at the table.

"Oh my Gaaawd," the naked ferret on the screen moaned in a sultry voice I didn't even know I had. "If you guys knew... knew..." Judging by the way my voice had trailed off and the fact that I couldn't remember ever posing naked on a club table, I had been extremely drunk back then. Before I could even ask my friends what kind of sick joke they had been playing on me, the ferret on the table - my brain was not yet ready to fully accept the fact that this ferret was indeed me - continued his impromptu speech. "You guys have no idea... no idea of the kinky shit going on in my head..."

My mouth suddenly went dry. This... this couldn't possibly go where I feared it would. No way. I could never get drunk enough to tell people about that.

"What do you mean, Josh?" the Jake on screen asked.

"Jakey, Jakey, Jaaaakey..." the ferret moaned and grinned. "Tell me... would I look cute in a dress?"

Oh. My. GOD.

"You mean a tux, Joshua?" Phil's voice came from somewhere off-screen. Had he been the one filming this? As if to answer my question, the Josh on the screen looked directly into the camera.

"Dress, Phil." The ferret arched his back and stretched. "Like... a miniskirt... stockings..." When he gave the camera a sultry look, I whimpered. "...cock cage..."

Jake and Dave looked shocked and then giggled nervously. "Errr... like...a chastity belt?" the leopard finally asked.

"Yeah... something nice and tight to keep me from getting hard under my skirt, even when I get a cute guy to fuck my brains out..."

Shit. Holy, fucking, shit. How much had it taken to get me drunk enough to tell my most depraved fantasy to my roommates? When had that happened, anyway? I had never had sex to begin with, so what in fuck had made me act like a total whore in front of my friends? And more importantly, why hadn't anybody brought this up before now?

"You know," Phil's voice came from behind the camera again, "I'm actually fairly certain that you'd look incredibly sexy as a cute, crossdressing ferret. And I know somebody who could take your measurements for your outfit and the cage..."

"You're kidding..." the drunk me said, and I couldn't help but agree. The others on screen also gave Phil surprised looks, but didn't say anything.

"I'm not! Hey, maybe we could even have it all ready for Halloween! Perfect time for risky outfits and-" I didn't hear the rest of the speech. Out of the corner of my eye, I had seen Phil reaching into the box again, and I realized exactly what was in that box. All the pieces had suddenly fallen into place, and I knew what to do:

RUN.

My first priority was to get as far away from my roomies as possible. Details like the fact that I was only clad in boxer shorts would have to be sorted out on the way. The startled cries of my roomies were of little concern to me - there was simply no way in Hell that I'd let them do this! Fantasies were nice, but this was getting way out of hand! Before anybody could catch up with me, I had opened the front door, dashed out - "OOOOOF!" - and straight into the horse that had been waiting just behind the door.

"Sheesh, you took your sweet time, Josh," Parker said and picked me up with ease.

"LEMME GO FOR FUCK'S SAKE I NEED TO GET OUT YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE WH-UMMMMMMMPH!" The horse's free hand covered my mouth, putting an end to my hysterical rant.

"Yeah, actually, I would." Parker calmly carried me back into the living room. "But would you believe how long you guys made me wait out there? Seriously, the kids next door actually started cracking jokes about me not being able to find the doorbell." My struggles intensified with each step, but deep down, I knew that it was futile. Parker was huge and strong, even for a horse. It was most likely this aspect of him that had led to Dave becoming first his boyfriend and then his submissive slave, although I was sure that there had been other factors, too. When Parker stopped next to the couch, I finally stopped clawing at his light brown fur and sighed. "So, where should I drop him?" the horse asked.

"Maybe just hold him so we can lock him up," Phil suggested. Parker shrugged and held me in front of him, his strong arms wrapped around my arms and upper body. Jake and Dave quickly knelt next to me and grabbed my ankles to prevent me from kicking them. Phil stood a few feet away, waiting patiently for me to calm down. After about half a minute of fighting against the combined strength of my captors, I finally gave up and stopped struggling. My eyes slowly focused on the rat and the short metal instrument in his hands.

"Ah, splendid," Phil said and smiled. "Now that I have your attention, allow me to show you our first Halloween gift." He hesitated. "Unless you count the club invitations... even though those will only be used later... but I digress." The rat shook his head and gave me a sheepish smile. "Where was I... oh yes." He held up the metal toy again, and I bit my lip. It was a chastity tube. Although I had never seen one in real life, I recognized it from the various images I had seen. It was a relatively simple design, but from what I had heard, it was horribly effective.

Phil calmly approached me and pulled down my boxer shorts, exposing my erect member. Fuck, I was about to be locked away against my will, and I was still having a hard-on? Okay, who was I kidding? Of course I was aroused. This was, after all, my fantasy. A fantasy about me being out of control and having to beg for an orgasm. After some more weak struggling, my shorts lay on the floor, and Phil's thin fingers stroked my furry balls, making me gasp. "Oh, hard already, and not begging to be let go?" the rat asked and smirked. "A pity, I would have enjoyed teasing you... oh well..."

The touch of the cold metal against my member made me groan. Slowly, the tip of my cock slid into the tube, and I could feel numerous tiny barbs brushing over it. "Wha-" I moaned, and Phil stopped his movements to give me a reassuring smile.

"I figured we should get you the model with the spikes," he answered my unspoken question. "They're all bent a little bit forwards so that you can slip in easily, but pulling out will be harder." My shock must have shown on my face because he instantly chuckled and patted my leg. "Relax, it's the long-term model, not the permanent one - the spikes are short and blunt. Some lube and careful pulling will be enough to free you again - the spikes are just there to... er... discourage any attempts to slip out of it in secret. Oh, and they will of course cause some discomfort whenever you try to get hard."

The tube slowly began to move again, and the feeling of the spikes brushing all over my member made me moan quietly. The slight pain of the spikes also made me go soft, and I watched with helpless fascination how both the tube and my cock moved into my sheath. "Please, Phil... take it off..." Tears were running down my cheeks now as the realization sunk in that I seriously wouldn't manage to get a hard-on with this thing. Oh God, why hadn't I banished this fantasy from my memory? Why had I developed this scenario further and further? Why had I drunk so much that one night?

"Shhhhhh... relax..." Phil's soothing voice sounded distant to me. Thanks to my crying, I could barely see him now, but I could still feel him pushing the tube down my sheath, covering my last inches. Shit, they really had taken my measurements - I could feel the closed end of the tube touching my tip just when the lowest spikes brushed over the base of my cock. And already it was straining against its prison, trying to get hard. A low groan escaped my throat when I felt the spikes digging deeper into my soft flesh, causing it to become soft again - at least for now.

After blinking my tears away, I could see Phil fiddling with the lower part of the device. And although I couldn't quite see it from here, I knew exactly what it looked like. From the tip of the tube, a short metal rod ran along the outside of my sheath, straight to my balls, where a metal ring would provide the means to completely lock me up. As if on cue, Phil gently guided one of my balls through the ring. There was little more I could do than whimpering, but Phil ignored even that and instead pulled my second testicle through the ring, too. After making sure that the ring was well above my balls, Phil applied some pressure, tightening it until it was merely half the size it had been before. There would be no way I could slip my balls through this small ring, and the silent click of a lock told me that there was no chance of me loosening it anymore.

Finally, Parker and my two roommates let go of me, and I instantly stormed into the bathroom to get away from this madness. Even in my barely coherent state, I noticed that the bathroom key was gone, making it impossible to lock the door. But I didn't care that they had foreseen even this. It just didn't matter. My roommates had just locked me into a goddamn chastity belt against my will! And knowing them, they'd force me into a slutty dress next. DAMN THEM! The tiles were cold, but I sat down on the floor anyway, curled up in the far corner of the bathroom. This was rape. Or something close to it. Non-consensual at the very least. I could, in theory, call the cops and make them give out the key. Heck, I should do just that. Then, this would all stop. I wouldn't go out in a dress. I wouldn't hang out in a club. I wouldn't feel some horny stud groping me through my dress before- SHIT, I was getting hard again! The spiked tube of course prevented me from getting an erection, but God, I was so close...

My hand moved down between my legs, stroking my sheath, rubbing over the thin metal rod that ran between the tip of my sheath and my balls. Even - or maybe especially - in this locked-up state, I was hopelessly aroused. "Gawd... please..." I moaned as my fingers stroked over my balls. The ring only emphasized their presence by keeping them at a short distance from the body. A tiny, rational part of my mind reminded me that this chastity belt was usually not used by crossdressers for this reason - there were special models that kept the testicles hidden from sight and close to the body. But fuck, nobody would notice my balls if I wore a skirt... even a sexy miniskirt would do... My moans grew louder and more frustrated as my member kept struggling against its prison while I massaged my balls. It was self-torture, but I needed it. The pain and helplessness only reminded me of my fate, and it was that fate that turned me on like nothing else had ever done before.

"Can't orgasm and can't stop pushing yourself towards the edge, huh?" Dave's voice brought me back to reality. The submissive leopard was sitting on the edge of our bathtub, making no effort to hide his own erection. Had he been pawing off to the sight of me stroking myself? The thought sent a tingle of excitement down my spine. But there was also shame: Here I was, stroking myself in a corner of our bathroom, locked up and not sure whether to love it or hate it. Fuck, what was happening to me? I had never lost control like this - at least not while sober.

"It's driving me insane," I told him between my pants. "I hate you for this... for robbing me of any sort of control and doing these things to me... but at the same time, I love being in this situation..." My eyes met his. "What the Hell's wrong with me?"

Dave chuckled quietly. "You're a sub, that's what. Whenever Parker ties me up and takes out the crop, I feel exactly the same. I want to run, I want to get away, I want to scream for help... but at the same time, I know that this is what I want." He gave me a long look, as if trying to decide whether to press on or not. "We've started pushing you down this way. Now it's up to you. Either you let us push you further... or you walk on your own. Either way, you won't seriously beg for the key, even though you know that we'd eventually give it to you." His words made me bite my lips. He was right, of course. My roommates hadn't done these things to hurt me. If I seriously called it quits, they'd comply. But... I wouldn't do that. As much as I hated this, I knew that it was essentially just them putting me into a situation I had fantasized about for years. Dave must have seen that I had understood his point because he stood up and smiled. "Why don't you take a shower while you're at it? It'll take you most of the afternoon to get used to your outfit, so this is pretty much your best chance." Without waiting for a reply, he left me alone in the bathroom.

My shower was more thorough than usual, mostly because I wanted to look and smell perfect for my first night out. Phil had had the foresight of leaving out some of his good shampoos and lotions for me, and within minutes, my fur had a faint rose smell. Knowing that this night would quite likely end with me being used for sex, I made extra sure to clean my balls and my tailhole. Of course, the attention to my more private areas made me moan helplessly as I sent myself against a wall of sexual frustration again. Try as I might, there was no chance of me getting hard or pleasuring myself. How long had it been since I had been locked up? An hour? Half an hour? Twenty minutes? Shit, how would I last until tonight? ...and who was saying that I'd be let out afterwards? The realization that I might be kept locked up for more than a day made me moan louder, and I sank to my knees, hands between my legs, roughly massaging my aching balls. What would I do to get release? How far would I go? My mind filled with images of me giving Phil a blowjob - little was known about Phil's sexual preferences, but damn, the way he had touched me today sent me a few very clear signals - and then went on to me being groped by my three roommates and Parker. The knowledge that I'd eagerly whore myself out to my roomies made me shudder, but in a good way.

A knock at the bathroom door made me snap out of my daydreams. Moments later, the door opened a bit, and Phil leaned in. "Hey, you okay?" he asked and raised an eyebrow. "Dave told us you'd be okay, but it's been a good while..." Kneeling in the shower stall, hands between my legs, warm water cascading onto my naked body, and panting like a needy bitch in heat, I gave him a long look. Phil's expression instantly switched from concern to a naughty grin. The rat slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him before approaching me. Had he always had this seductive twitch in his tail? Or was I only seeing things in my sexed-up state? After a few steps, he was standing next to the tub, grinning down at me. What did he want me to do? A blowjob? Heck, we were in the right position; his crotch was only inches away from my face. All it'd take would be for me to loosen his robe and-

Phil switched the shower's knob from "warm" to "arctic cold". Before my brain could fully comprehend the implications of the sudden move, the water raining down onto me turned into an ice cold rain of death. Wheezing loudly, I dragged myself out of the tub, crashing onto the floor next to Phil. All sexual thoughts had been briefly purged by my trip to the just-above-freezing temperatures, and I gave the grinning rat a confused glare.

"You're not going to orgasm anyway," Phil informed me, "and trust me, your sexual torment has just begun. So dry your fur, make yourself look pretty, and join us in the living room so we can drag you deeper into your fantasy." He blew me a kiss and turned to leave.

"Wait!" I whined. Before I knew what I was doing, my hand had suddenly grabbed his ankle, and ignoring Phil's quiet gasp, my lips touched his right foot. After the initial twitch, he held still, letting my kiss last for a few seconds. "Stay, please..." What was he thinking right now? He had just groped and tormented his ferret roommate, and now, the same guy was kissing his feet in a shameless display of lust and submission. Come to think of it, what was I thinking? Phil and I had just been buddies so far. I had never fantasized about kissing his feet... or sucking his cock, for that matter. Was a simple chastity belt enough to make my inhibitions crumble like this? Or did I view him as the personification of this entire plan?

"Josh, we shouldn't..." Phil looked down at me and gnawed on his lower lip. Then, he looked over his shoulder and at the closed door. "Up with you," he suddenly hissed, and I looked up at him. But instead of anger, I saw lust in his eyes... and the slight bulge in his pants. With trembling hands, he hastily fiddled with the small belt holding his pants in place. "You know, I wanted to let you orgasm one last time before locking you up. No, I wanted to make you orgasm." His pants dropped to the floor, and my eyes focused on the seven inches of rat meat that had already slid out of his sheath. "You know how often I masturbated while thinking about you? I had been that close to asking you out... or to visiting you during one of our lonely nights..." His breath came in short gasps, and I wasn't sure he was even aware that he was rambling. "But I was always afraid... afraid that you'd think I'm a sick freak... afraid that you'd move out, leaving me alone..." My lips were now close to his member. It would be my first blowjob, my first act of pleasuring another male. I inhaled his scent and knew I would give anything to also experience the taste. "But then... then there was your outing a few weeks ago, and I knew that you're into men... that I'd have a chance... and we developed this plan..."

"And part of the plan was not to get him sexually involved until we get to the club, remember?"

"JAKE!" The rat whirled around, almost stumbling over his pants. "I wasn't... I mean... it's not what-"

The Collie gave us a smirk from his position in the doorframe. "You know, we sent you in because we figured you'd control yourself for at least a few hours. But it looks like we should've gotten two of those cages..." He gave me a look and cocked his head. "Josh, you'll catch a cold like that. So hurry up, okay?" My eye wandered from Jake to Phil again. The look of pure lust was still there, and I somehow knew that it would be he who would have me crying in pleasure and agony tonight. Just when I wanted to say something, Jake tapped his foot. "Helloooooo, planet Earth calling Phil and Josh!" the Collie whined loudly and rolled his eyes.

"I... I'll wait in the living room," Phil stammered and pulled his pants up again. The rat was blushing even through his fur and giggled sheepishly before squeezing past Jake and through the door. Once Jake had followed Phil, I grabbed a towel and hastily dried my fur. It smelled great; maybe Phil had bought the special shampoo with me in mind? The thought made me smile. Who'd have thought that the rat had developed feelings for me? Of course, it all made sense now. Phil wouldn't have bought expensive tickets, a custom-made chastity belt, and - most likely - a kinky dress for me unless he had been planning or at least hoping to get something out of this. Granted, this was one weird-ass way to ask me out for a date, but it was also one of the hottest.

Since my fur was fairly short, it didn't take too long to dry, and a few combing sessions later, it was also shiny and smooth. When I finally came out of the bathroom, Jake and Parker were chatting idly on the couch. Compared to the rest of us, the stallion looked out of place wearing his jeans and shirt. Sure, he liked to stand out, but I was certain that he'd lose his clothes before long, too: He rarely lasted longer than an hour before dragging Dave into his room to do God knows what to his slave. Heck, Dave was already kneeling on the floor next to Parker, his hands behind his back and his legs spread slightly. No matter how often I saw it - and I had seen it quite often - seeing Dave in this slave pose was a major turn-on for me. Almost immediately, the slight pain in my sheath reminded me that I'd better ignore arousing thoughts like that. "Hey, Josh!" Parker greeted me and waved lazily. "All ready? You looked kinda horrified when you ran outta here..."

"Pah," Jake muttered and gave me a smirk. Dave grinned sheepishly, but didn't say anything. "He was that close to sucking off Phil right then and there."

"Well, that certainly explains why Phil went out to get some fresh air," Parker mused. "Also takes care of hooking Josh up with him. I suggest we don't wait for his return then... This way, there is at least a small chance of Josh focusing." The stallion gave me a wink, and I quickly looked away.

Jake practically pounced the box that was still where Phil had left it. "What should we begin with?" he asked Parker after a few seconds of rummaging.

"I'd say we give Josh some time to practice with his shoes before we dress him up," the horse replied. "It'd be a shame if he tripped while wearing his costume; I don't really feel like running to the mall again to buy a new set of stockings or whatever." Of course, a practice phase would also give Parker and Dave a convenient chance to retreat to Dave's room. A quick glance at the sizable bulge in Parker's pants told me that the horse was eager to do more than just eyeing a bunch of practically naked roommates.

"You mean these?" Jake held up a pair of black, shiny high-heels, and I could barely suppress a moan. The heels were at least four inches high, and from what I had heard, my feet would be killing me after just a few steps. Of course, I would look dead sexy in them. My legs were long and slender by nature, and the heels would only emphasize that by making me practically tiptoe all the time. Jake placed the shoes on the floor in front of me. "Here, I'll hold your hand for the first few steps," he offered, and I nodded nervously.

My feet slipped into the shoes with surprising ease, and I realized that they fit perfectly. "Wow, this is amazing," I whispered and made my first step. Almost immediately, I realized my mistake, but it was too late: I had forgotten the fact that high-heels required a completely different way of walking. "FuckfuckFUCK!" was all I could yell when I lost balance after ending my first step with the heel first.

Jake quickly wrapped his arm around my waist to prevent me from falling and possibly breaking my leg. "Yep, I think you'll need a few hours to practice walking."

"Thanks," I whispered and took a few deep breaths. How did women do this? Why did they do this?

Of course, I didn't have much time to ponder about these questions during the next few hours since I had to focus on walking without stumbling. Jake led me in circles all across the apartment, giving me pointers on how he had seen women walk. Parker and Dave had retreated to Dave's room, but that hadn't bothered me in the slightest. Eventually, we puzzled out the concept of swaying the hips in just the right way; and from there on, it was mostly practicing until I achieved a more or less natural way of walking in the high-heels. Sure, my feet hurt badly, but by the time I could walk relatively quickly without Jake's help, I felt incredibly sexy. Considering how Jake's tail wagged as he kept staring at my naked, swaying ass, I wasn't the only one thinking that my sex appeal had been boosted a good deal by the shoes alone.

With the walking down, there was one thing I had wanted to try ever since seeing the high-heels for the first time. "Hey, Jake?" I asked innocently while walking a few steps away from the Collie. When I was sure I had his full attention, I slowly spread my legs and leaned down at the hip, letting my hands travel over my straight legs. Aside from my natural ferret physique, I had always been able to stretch my body further than most untrained people. So after a few seconds, just when my hands grabbed my ankles, I could hear Jake inhaling sharply. "How do I look?" The question was, of course, completely unnecessary. My long legs appeared to be even longer thanks to the high-heels, and I knew that my butt had just the right amount of padding to invite stroking hands. Not even to mention that I had just given him a perfect view of my tailhole.

The Collie let out a long whine and finally turned around on his heels. "Damn you, Josh!" he hissed while I got up again. "Why'd you have to flash me off like that? A-and you're supposed to spend the night with Phil, remember?"

"Aw, don't tell me you didn't like it..." I purred as I walked back to him. "And yes, I will let Phil take me tonight... Trust me, this is just one roomie teasing the other..." He gasped quietly when I reached around his waist and placed a hand on his crotch. Through his thong, I could clearly feel his slightly moist member, and a light squeeze instantly made him moan and pant. "Just some innocent teasing... Even though it looks like Phil isn't the only one who should've been locked up along with me..." He gave me a look over his shoulder and saw my naughty grin. Yep, that was why women endured high-heels. They gave them power. Pure, raw, unfiltered power.

"Well, it looks like you're able to walk." Parker's voice instantly brought me back to reality and made both me and Jake freeze. The horse calmly walked over to us and smirked. "It also looks like you're enjoying this more and more..." He hadn't looked at either of us while making that comment, and I wasn't quite sure who he had had in mind. A strong hand dragged me away from the Collie and pushed me to the bathroom again. "Go do some last-minute cleaning, get your fur smooth again. We'll head out in roughly an hour, so you gotta put your outfit on." Walking in the heels seemed completely natural to me by now - I didn't even stumble much after the push and quickly pranced into the bathroom. Just when I was about to close the door behind me, I heard Parker addressing Jake. "And what shall I do with you...?"

The first thing I did was to splash my face with cold water to clear my head a bit. The last few hours had been a blur to me. Before today, I had never dreamed of living out anything sexual, especially not with my roommates. There had always been what-if questions and the fear of rejection stopping me from making the first step, but somehow, this was all behind me now. Had I seriously flirted with Jake just now? And Hell, had I made him pant with desire? Although I had never actually seen him making a move, I had always considered Jake to be major league when it came to finding one-night stands. A cute guy like him would surely have no problem with finding any number of mates of either sex. Still, he had been under my spell, there was no denying it.

Then there was Phil. The rat's revelation hadn't even fully sunk in yet. Oh, sure, the part where he'd fuck me senseless tonight had registered, but... what about tomorrow? Was this the start of a relationship or would things end after tonight? No... no. Phil's confession and the sheer monetary dimension told me that he wanted this to become more than just a one-night stand. Way more. And yeah, I could imagine dating him. Loving him back as much as he apparently loved me. It felt... right, somehow. The realization made me smile.

When I came out of the bathroom, there was only Parker waiting for me in the living room. Before I could ask about Jake, the horse smirked and pointed at Dave's door. "You got Jake all excited, so I offered him to live out those urges with Dave. Wouldn't want him to be all needy and whiny when we go to the party." That was certainly a new one. Parker tended to be somewhat possessive about Dave, so having him effectively whoring out the leopard seemed unusual to say the least. Parker must've noticed my surprised look, but he just gave me a grin. "All in due time... but for now, let's see what the boys expect you to wear."

Whistling quietly, the horse picked up the box and put it on the table in front of the couch. "I sure hope you know how to put all that stuff on, Josh. I'm not exactly an expert when it comes to lingerie."

"Holy shit," I whispered when I took a look into the box. Trying to ignore the way my member swelled inside its metal prison, I took out a whole pile of black lingerie. There was a pair of stockings, a garter belt, and a corset. The box still contained two opaque plastic bags, which - hopefully - contained my actual costume for tonight. The thought of the lingerie being my costume briefly crossed my mind, but there would be no chance in Hell that I'd go out like that!

The corset, while not a traditionally strict one, looked stiff enough to get in the way if I put it on first, so I started with the stockings. Careful not to ruin the soft material, I rolled them up my legs, taking a short break every couple of inches to smooth my fur under it. When I had put on both of them, I rubbed my legs against each other and shuddered. The feeling was even more incredible than I had imagined, and I immediately regretted not having tried this before. My member was now pushing against its cage, and the spikes were not enough keep it soft. "Pa-Parker," I moaned helplessly, "give me the key please! Just... just once. Let me masturbate just once!"

The horse crossed his strong arms and frowned. "Weeeeeell," he started, and I immediately knew that I wouldn't orgasm anytime soon, "there are a couple of problems with that. First of all, I don't have the key." This revelation alone made me groan in frustration. "And secondly..." One hand suddenly pressed against my chest, pinning me against the couch, while the other one grabbed my exposed balls. "...I wouldn't have let you cum anyway. The point of this exercise is to make you beg for it in vain, not to have you orgasming whenever you want to. But if you insist, I could of course solve the little problem of you trying to get hard..." He applied a little pressure to my balls, making me emit a high-pitched yelp. "Heh. Thought so."

When he let me go again, I sighed in relief. The light pain of the spikes pressing against my member was bearable, compared to the most likely insane pain of having my balls crushed. Still shaking slightly, I picked up the garter belt. It was a basic model with four straps, and like the stockings, it had fancy seams that made it clear that a sexy look had been more important than day-to-day functionality. It took me surprisingly long to clamp on the straps to the stockings, and even longer to do it in a way that didn't look weird. Again, I had to ask myself why women endured such a horribly impractical design, but deep down, I knew that the answer was once again the effect it had on men.

"Kinda makes you wonder how some women do that every day and still manage to leave the house before noon, huh?" Parker commented and gave me a sympathetic smile. "Here, I better help you with the corset." Like the garter belt, the corset was black and fancy, designed to look sexy instead of actually compressing the waist like "real" corsets do. Still, it had laces in the back, indicating that it could be tightened a good bit. The horse slipped the corset around my upper body and tied the laces very loosely. Much to my surprise, it covered almost my entire upper body, starting just above the waist and going all the way over my chest. It even covered the breasts - or rather, the flat part of my chest where a girl would have her breasts. "Hm... seems to be missing something," Parker stated the obvious and gave one of the breast shapes a light poke. "Don't tell me the boys forgot about that..."

He had a point, of course. What were the odds of them getting all this crazy stuff and then forgetting about this part? Or did they just expect me to stuff a few socks into it? It would work, of course, but it'd feel odd. "Ah, there we go." Parker had gone through the rest of the stuff inside the box again and now handed up two padded... shapes. They were roughly the color of my fur and looked a bit like bean bags. Unlike bean bags, however, the filling felt more like cotton balls. It would provide nice padding under the corset, even though it would also mean that I wouldn't have "breasts" without the corset. A pity, but maybe there were other solutions for later...

Parker kindly helped to put the pads into the shapes of the corset and allowed me to adjust them before he stepped behind me to adjust the lacing. "Tell me when it's too tight," he said, and I could hear the light concern in his voice.

"I don't think you can actually tighten it that much," I replied. "This isn't one of those hardcore corsets that give you hourglass waists."

"If you say so..." Parker systematically tightened the laces, and before long, I could feel the corset hugging my upper body tightly. "You okay? There is a little slack left, but I can just finish where I am. It'll look great either way..."

"I... think you can go all the way," I hesitantly replied after taking a few deep breaths. The corset had been made primarily for decoration, but it still forced me to adjust my breathing a bit. Moments later, I could feel Parker tightening the laces even more, making me groan quietly. The corset now squeezed my upper body into a very feminine form, and I let my hands run over the smooth material in awe. When he was sure I wouldn't pass out or anything, the horse finished the lacing job and gave me a quick pat on my ass.

"You look wonderful, Josh." Parker slowly walked around me and nodded more to himself than to me. "Don't think it'd be something for Dave, but damn, I can see the appeal." He let me move around a bit so I could get used to the feeling of wearing a corset, before turning his attention to the final item in the box. It was a skimpy, black, single-piece satin dress, and I realized that my Halloween costume could be summed up in just two words: "slut witch".

He let me step into the dress and slowly pulled it up. My arms went into the long sleeves, and Parker carefully adjusted the straps that went over my shoulders before pulling up the zipper in the back. "Gawd, this feels wonderful..." My hands roamed over my body, sending multiple shivers of pleasure down my spine. The dress ended just above the knees - low enough to avoid people getting a look of my balls, but also high enough to show off my shapely legs.

As if to emphasize the slutty aspect of the costume, Parker let one hand slide under the skirt and brushed over my bare ass. "No panties, huh? Guess somebody wants you to be... accessible tonight." His middle finger slipped into my crack and lightly brushed over my tailhole, making me gasp loudly. The lack of panties hadn't even fully registered with me while I had been dressing, but Parker was right: All it would take for me to get ready for a quick fuck was the simple act of raising of my skirt.

"All right. You wait here and look pretty. Time for the rest of us to get ready." Parker pulled his hand back and headed to Dave's room. After a few seconds, Dave and Jake came out, and I could tell they had been in the middle of something before being interrupted by Parker. Dave's member was still very erect, and his spotted fur was matted with cum. Still, he looked extremely happy, and I couldn't help but notice that he was holding Jake's hand. The Collie on the other hand looked extremely embarrassed. Had he done something wrong? Had he gone over the limits Parker had set? Before I could ask either of those questions, they quickly entered the bathroom together.

If I hadn't known better, I would have assumed that Dave and Jake were now a merry fuck-couple, but that seriously clashed with Parker's master/slave relationship with Dave. And then there was Parker's odd comment... Was he planning something? Well, okay, obviously he was, but what was it? When I still couldn't figure it out after a minute or so, I shrugged and tried to focus on the here and now again. My high-heels were waiting for me next to the couch, and I quickly slipped into them again. After a few rounds around the couch, I once again was able to move around without support.

As if having waited for me to be completely ready, the front door swung open. "Hey guys, sorry I'm late, almost forgot to pick up my costume from the cleaners..." Phil practically stumbled into the apartment, carrying various bags. After a few steps, he dropped the bags and sighed. "Hope you didn't have to wait too-" He finally took a look around and then gave me a long stare. "My God... Josh!" The rat practically dashed to me, and for a moment, I feared he might pounce. But he kept at least some self-control and just grabbed me by my arms before giving me the wildest grin I had ever seen on his face. "I knew you'd look great in this. So damn sexy!" His hands ran down my sides, making me gasp and moan quietly. Before I knew what was happening, I pressed my body against Phil's and wrapped my arms around his waist. It was now the rat's turn to gasp, but after a moment of hesitation, I could feel him returning the hug. "You won't believe how long I waited for this," he whispered into my ear.

"Well, tonight, I'll be all yours," I quietly replied and smiled. Still, Phil's embrace tightened a bit.

"...only tonight?" he asked, not bothering to hide his open concern.

"We'll see how well you will perform..." I said and pushed him away a bit so he could see my smirk.

Phil chuckled in relief and nodded. "Fair enough, Josh."

"You know, 'Josh' doesn't sound right, does it?" I asked and gave him a look. "I mean... it'd be weird to call me that when I'm dressed up like this."

The rat immediately grinned, and I knew he had put some thought into this issue. "How would 'Jessica' sound? 'Jess' for short."

"Sounds fine to me..." I whispered and moved in closer again. Jessica. It was a beautiful name, and the shortened version sounded similar enough to my normal nickname, so I wouldn't have major issues getting used to it.

"Why is it that whenever you're alone, you magically attract people to seduce?"

Phil immediately broke out of the hug and coughed nervously. "Parker!" He whirled around to face the horse, who was now wearing a police uniform that looked surprisingly authentic. Maybe he had borrowed it from a friend at the police? Or heck, maybe he actually was a cop - I had never really asked him what he did for a living. "It's not what it looked like! I mean, it's-"

Parker lazily held up a hand and shrugged. "It's okay. He seduced you, he apparently drove Jake into a sexual frenzy, and heck, even I kinda imagined spanking his cute, little ass when he pranced around in lingerie. And I figure it'll only get worse once we get to the club. But I guess you can relax - it's obvious that he's just got eyes for you. The rest is simply him being a complete tease." Phil looked extremely relieved when he heard the last part, and I stroked his arm affectionately. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to see what's keeping Dave and Parker."

"Dave and Parker are in the bathroom... together?" Phil gave me a questioning look when the horse entered the bathroom, and I couldn't help but shrug.

"Fuck if I know... Jake was even allowed to have some naughty fun with Dave," I replied. "If I had to guess, I'd say that Parker's trying to recruit Jake in some way."

"Spare me the excuses, Dave; that can wait until later." Parker dragged both the leopard and the Collie out of the bathroom by their tails, looking both amused and annoyed.

"You could've given us time to dry ourselves!" Dave complained playfully, holding up a towel.

"I would have, but you had been toweling down each other, and I'm not going to let you waste more time with impromptu yiffing." The horse shoved the two naked guys into their respective rooms and sighed. "I swear, I feel like I'm the only one who's remotely interested in going out," he muttered as he dropped onto the couch.

Phil gave him an apologetic grin. "Nah, you're not. After all, I can't wait to show off Jessica..."

"But to do that, you should change into your costume first," Parker reminded the rat, who immediately nodded and grabbed his bags before disappearing to his room. "Jessica, eh? Man, you sure are distracting them..."

"Heh, I guess I'm just enjoying it as long as the effect lasts," I said and sat down on the couch, next to Parker. The way my slightly stretched balls rubbed over the fabric of the couch made me gasp quietly, but Parker didn't seem to notice. "But what's the deal with you and Jake?"

For a few seconds, Parker seemed to actually consider whether or not to answer that question. Finally, he shrugged. "Dave's idea, mostly. I love both the sex and the sadistic parts of our relationship, but Dave finally decided that he wanted to be pushed more into the pain area. So he got the idea to include Jake in our relationship. You know... let Jake handle my sexual urges while I focus on pushing Dave's borders." The horse briefly frowned, as if mentally reviewing a list. "Oh yeah, and Jake gets to use Dave for occasional sexual relief."

My mind reeled at the thought of Parker actually planning a long-term threesome relationship. "You... but... that..." I stammered and shook my head. "Does Jake know of this plan?"

The horse gave me a deadpan look. "No, I planned to abduct him during the party and rape him in a backroom until he accepts his place."

"...the saddest part is that I'm not fully certain you're kidding," I replied, keeping a straight face myself.

After a few seconds of silence, Parker chuckled and leaned back on the couch. "Well, actually, I did plan to chain him up in a back room and to seduce him until he begs me to enter his cute Collie ass." He ignored my strangled gasp and shrugged. "But then you did... whatever you did to seduce him, so I changed plans slightly and told him about our relationship suggestion. Didn't mention my... er... original plan, though. So me allowing him to fuck around with Dave was pretty much a nonbinding trial thing. He hasn't told me his decision yet."

"...and Dave is okay with this? I mean... he doesn't object to being used on a trial basis? You're treating him like-"

"-a slave?" Parker completed my question and smirked. "Trust me, Jess: I love Dave, and Dave loves me. The moment I push him too far, he knows he can put his foot down and that I will honor that right. The thing is that he loves this. He loves me pushing him further and further. Want me to make him strip and lick your shoes until they sparkle? He'd do it, and he'd shake his sexy ass while doing it. It would be degrading and humiliating, but those are things that turn him on."

My mind went completely blank for a few seconds. I had always known that Dave was quite submissive masochistic, but it never occurred to me that he and Parker would carry things this far. Not even to mention that they were now actively considering starting a three-way relationship.

"So?" Parker suddenly asked, making me snap out of my thoughts. "Do your shoes need some polishing?"

The mental image of Dave licking my shoes immediately returned, and it was still as much of a turn-on as it had been before. Knowing that Parker was watching me closely, I tried not to think about how damn sexy it would be to have a naked leopard on all fours in front of me and licking my feet, shaking his cute little ass while- My member grew inside the metal sheath again, making me groan in a mixture of pain, pleasure, and desire.

Parker snickered and shook his head, knowing full well that he had accomplished his mission. "So, has Phil officially asked you out yet?" The sudden subject change yanked me out of my pleasure/pain loop, and I blinked.

"Say wha?" was all I could ask at first. "Well... er... no, I guess..." My eyes wandered down, and I frowned. "I mean... I kinda kissed his feet and wanted to suck him off... and then he told me how he had wanted me for a while now... and..."

The horse rolled his eyes. "Well, the way both of you just stammer and blush whenever you're together, it's not terribly surprising that he didn't ask you. Kinda ironic when you consider how he's normally the guy who loves to hear himself talk."

"I still am," Phil muttered as he came out of his room. His costume consisted of dark purple pants, a purple vest worn over a black shirt, and a black leather coat with a pattern that seemed to imitate snake skin or dragon hide. To complete the look, the rat also wore prince-nez style sunglasses, the type that came without earpieces.

"...who the Hell are you supposed to be?" Parker asked, trying very hard not to laugh. "Pimpy McLeathergod?"

Phil clenched his fists and gave Parker an angry glare. "I'm Morpheus! The one from The Matrix!"

"Eh, don't bother, he's not really a big movie fan." Dave joined us in the living room, wearing what looked very much like an orange prison jumpsuit. Which would make sense, especially with Officer Parker sitting next to me. "Hey, Josh, looking sexy..." the leopard purred when he got a good look at my outfit.

"You think?" I asked and beamed.

Parker's hand came down on my shoulder even before I had a chance to hop off the couch. "Now is not the right time to seduce everyone in the room," he muttered and rolled his eyes. "We're just about to leave. Or at least we would be, if a certain Collie hurried up!" The horse spoke the last part loud enough for Jake to hear.

"Sheesh, nobody complained about Josh taking an eternity!" Jake's voice came out of his room.

"Well, if you're dressing up as a sexy witch in high-heels, we might forgive you!" Parker shouted back and smirked. "Although even then, I'd tell you that you should've started dressing earlier!"

"Fine, fine, fine!" Jake complained and came out of his room. "But somebody needs to help me with this bandana, I just can't tie it around my neck somehow..."

"It took you that long to put on a cowboy outfit?" Parker asked and gave Jake a look. The delay made me frown, too, but I had to admit that Jake at least looked neat. He was wearing old, blue jeans and a white shirt, but his additional clothing items really made the difference. The leather chaps only left the crotch area of his jeans exposed, and he had somehow found a leather vest that matched the color of the chaps. Both his gloves and cowboy hat were bright white, with just the slightest hint of red trim at the edges. "You do know that we're going to a club, right? You're totally going to sweat to death."

"So what was I supposed to do? Leave off the chaps? They're, like, half my costume!" Jake gave Parker a glare and joined the group.

"You could've left off the jeans," Parker replied with a smug grin, making Jake blush crimson, even through his fur.

"I... I haven't decided yet whether to... you know..." the Collie whispered and avoided Parker's eyes.

"Gotcha." The stallion looked perfectly at ease and nodded. Then he got up and headed for the door. "Well, let's get going then! Club's not gonna come to us after all." When all of us started to join him, he gave Phil a quick glance. "Don't forget the tickets! Oh, and your girlfriend's riding in my car, not yours."

The rat crossed his arms. "Oh, come on. You think he would've distracted me that much?"

"Yep," everybody around me replied in unison and broke out in laughter.

Maybe the most distracting issue I noticed on the way to the club was the feeling of the cold autumn wind against my exposed balls. They were - barely - hidden from sight, but the chill still sent shivers through my spine. Perhaps the only thing preventing me from stumbling was Phil's arm around my waist, but the proximity of the rat didn't exactly solve the issue of me being distracted. Thankfully, it was just a short walk from our parking lot to the club's entrance, and we even got in without the bouncer asking for my ID.

While the Rusty Paw technically wasn't a sex club, it was definitely the one with the loosest rules when it came to public foreplay. Even before my eyes had fully adapted to the low light levels inside the club, I could see various couples and threesomes on the dance floor stroking each other both above and below their clothes. From what I had heard, the rules basically amounted to "No displaying of genitals" and "Keep moans quiet enough not to annoy the other guests".

"All right, Dave and I will be in one of the back rooms," Parker announced immediately. "Anybody is free to join us..." He gave Jake a meaningful look, but the Collie avoided eye contact again, looking extremely insecure. "Hm, oh well. Come on, slave..."

"Yes, master," Dave replied, slipping deeper into his slave role, and quickly followed the horse.

"I... I'll... I'll just mingle, okay?" Jake stammered and practically dashed into the crowd before Phil or I could answer anything.

"What was that all about?" Phil asked and gave me a confused look. "I noticed that something's up before we left, but now, things are just plain strange."

"Long story short, Parker and Dave agreed to invite Jake into their relationship," I replied and slowly led Phil away from the entrance and to the bar.

"Jake and those two? How would he have fit in?" Phil frowned and raised an eyebrow.

"From what I gather, he'd become Parker's sex slave while Dave becomes a sort of pain toy." Fortunately the bar wasn't crowded at the moment, so Phil and I found a nice and relatively secluded section to stand. There were relatively few bar stools as most guests usually didn't stay there anyway. Most of the action was happening on the dance floor and at the few tables around it. Not even to mention the various back rooms, of course.

"Judging from his reaction, I'd say that Jake isn't sure whether or not to accept, right?"

"I guess so..." I said and inched closer to Phil in an attempt to do more than just talking about roommates.

The rat, however, edged away a bit and instead motioned for the barkeeper. "D-drinks?"

"What's wrong?" I asked quietly and cocked my head. Phil knew my drinking preferences, so there was no need to react to his pathetic distraction.

He hastily ordered two drinks before giving me a shy look. "Just... just can't believe this is actually happening."

"...that what is actually happening?" I probed further.

"Y'know..." He took a greedy sip from his drink and shuddered. "This all... the club, you, me... us..." Another shy look, followed by a polite cough and a blush. "It's j-just so unreal, if y-y-"

Before Phil could continue his confused stammering about stage fright or whatever, I moved in and quickly placed one hand between his legs while pulling down his neck with the other. Even as my lips met his, I gave his crotch a light squeeze, making the rat moan into mouth. After a few seconds of confused struggling, he finally understood and returned the kiss with passion. One of his arms wrapped itself around my waist while his free hand gently stroked my neck. "Mhhhh..." I moaned quietly, leaning into his touch.

The kiss finally ended, broken by Phil, who was now panting slightly. "My God... Josh..." He looked slightly dazed - an effect that normally only kicked in after a few strong drinks.

"Trust me, it's very real... a dream you made come true." My hand gave his crotch another light squeeze. "And you know that it's 'Jess' now," I added with a sly grin. The rat tilted back his head and groaned. His member twitched lightly under the fabric of his pants, and I couldn't help but giggle.

Eventually, he was able to focus again and kissed my cheek. "We both made it come true, Jess... we wouldn't be here if you hadn't broken the ice back then..." he whispered, thrusting his hips lightly to meet my touch.

My hand gently rubbed over his growing bulge, and my eyes met his. After a few seconds of teasing, I gave his muzzle a quick lick. "So... does your master plan end with buying drinks?"

Phil chuckled quietly and leaned against the bar. "My, my... quite eager, aren't we?" His voice had dropped to a whisper, but the lust in his eyes almost rendered words unnecessary. Before I could answer the question, he mimicked my own position by swiftly moving a hand under my skirt and grabbing my balls.

For a few seconds, I had to bite my tongue to keep myself from moaning loudly. Phil showed little concern in my struggles and kept my balls in his rough grip - hard enough to deny me true pleasure, but also soft enough to avoid pain. But despite the slight pain, I was getting hard inside my chastity tube again. Maybe it was the public humiliation, maybe it was the power exchange, maybe it was something else that aroused me; but all I knew was that I was undeniably in his power right now. And I was loving it. "Phil... please... oh God... please..."

"Please what, Jessica?" Phil asked and smiled deviously. He slowly pulled me closer by my balls and gave my ear a quick lick. "What do you want me to do, my little slut?"

Oh Hell... he was really getting into it now. Was he really going to go through with this? Sex here in the club? Or was he just teasing me for the moment? I couldn't tell, but that was the thrill of it, wasn't it? "Please..." I whimpered, "fuck me... have your way with me... let me suck you off... anything..." The tight grip around my privates was driving me crazy to the point of babbling, but Phil was clearly enjoying seeing me in this state.

He took a last sip from his drink and smoothly ordered two more with a quick gesture. "You know," he started and let go of my balls again, making me sigh quietly, "that I won't unlock you during sex, right? I will use you for my own pleasure, and you will simply beg for release that won't come. Is that what you really want?"

"God, yesss..." The fact that I was openly panting thankfully didn't bother anybody.

"Yes, what?" the rat suddenly asked, raising an eyebrow. He wanted to push me even further, but at the same time, I could also see a bit of careful doubt in his eyes.

Knowing that this was the last elegant point of backing out of this night, I looked deep into his eyes. "Yes, sir..." I finally whispered, and the doubt in his eyes was immediately replaced by relief.

"Good, Jess... drink up and follow me." He pointed at my drinks and picked up his second one.

It probably wasn't too healthy to drain the two drinks at the speed I did, but I just couldn't wait any longer. Phil's openly sexual and dominant behavior had triggered something deep within me, and I desperately wanted to find out what would happen next. Trying to ignore the temporary buzz from the drinks, I followed Phil across the dance floor and to a few open doors. The rat led me through one of them and closed it behind me. We were in one of the back rooms, and I couldn't help but imagine that Parker would have liked it. There was a large mattress in the center of the room, but that was pretty much the only "vanilla" item in here. Padded racks and frames were leaning against the walls, and there were shelves displaying various crops and bondage gear.

With surprising speed and determination, Phil dragged me to the shelves and, after some rummaging, picked up a set of leather shackles. When no protest came, he gave me a strict look. "Turn around. Hands behind your back."

Without hesitation, I followed his orders. Much to my surprise, he didn't immediately cuff me, but instead stroked my ass under my skirt. "Spread your legs a bit," he ordered, and I obeyed eagerly. His hand lightly touched my back, and I bent over a bit at the hip, knowing that I was now presenting my tailhole. "Hold still," was the last command before he ran a claw over it. Ignoring my shudders, Phil kept my skirt raised and spread my cheeks more than they were already. "Mhhhh... even more beautiful than it was in my fantasies..." He was crouching behind me now, and I could feel his hot breath washing over my fur.

"UGHHHH..." I grunted as Phil suddenly let his tongue run through my crack and over my tailhole. For a moment, I was certain that my legs would give in, but somehow, I managed to stay on my feet.

After getting back up, Phil pulled me into a normal standing position again. "It will be a pleasure to penetrate this tight hole, bitch..." he whispered into my ear and chuckled quietly. "I'm sure you'll enjoy it, but I know you won't be able to enjoy it too much..." His hand briefly brushed over my balls again, making me moan helplessly.

Even as I was trying to steady my breathing, Phil placed the first shackle around my left wrist and locked it. The leather was rough, but thankfully, the shackle wasn't tight enough to cause bruising or chafing. A few seconds later, my right wrist was also bound, and I could feel Phil connecting the shackles with a short chain. Knowing what was expected of me now, I struggled lightly, testing my bonds.

"Trust me, I will make you fight those shackles in earnest tonight," Phil said and motioned me to join him in the middle of the the mattress. He took off his coat, shoes, and socks and threw them onto the floor, never taking his hungry eyes off me. "I'll leave the pants to you," the rat whispered and slowly started unbuttoning his shirt.

Damn, he was really enjoying the power he held over me. Even while I wondered how many porn movies he must have watched to get such ideas, I carefully walked over the mattress with my high-heels - after all, he hadn't said that I could take them off - and then knelt right in front of him, my legs spread slightly and my face right in front of his crotch. There was a considerable bulge already, but I had seen his member before today and knew that he wasn't even completely erect yet.

Apparently having planned this in advance, Phil wasn't wearing a belt, making it easier for me to open his pants with just my mouth. The button took a bit of biting and tugging, but I eventually managed to open it without ripping it off. Phil's shirt landed next to me, and when I looked up, my eyes met his. "Do it," he ordered huskily and gave me a quick nod. Without breaking eye contact, I bit down on his zipper and slowly pulled it down.

"No underwear, sir?" I asked, giving the rat a smirk as the pants dropped down. Panting openly, Phil kicked his pants away and spread his legs slightly, his long member once again in reach of my mouth. But unlike earlier today, nobody would interrupt us now.

"Suck it, Jess. Show me what you can do..." He placed one hand on my head and slowly guided me towards his crotch. Moaning quietly, I took the tip of his member into my mouth and let my tongue play over it. It was an odd feeling, tasting his salty pre-cum and exploring his meat with my tongue, but I was in Heaven. Hands still bound behind me, I rocked my body back and forth, letting his tip slide in and out of my mouth.

"Ohhhhh yeeeeeesssss..." Phil began to thrust his hips lightly, sliding inch after inch into my mouth. When it was halfway in, the tip brushed against my throat, making me cough in surprise. Was he actually expecting me to deepthroat him during my first blowjob? But instead of pressing on, he retreated a few inches again. "Don't worry," he panted, "I know you're not ready yet..." His thrusts stopped just short of my throat, allowing me to pleasure as much of his length as possible.

After a few more thrusts, he pulled back completely, allowing me to catch my breath again. My eyes were still fixed on his member; eight or nine inches of rat meat. My saliva covered less than half of it, and I shuddered at the thought of him sliding the entire thing into my mouth.

"Turn around. Knees and shoulders on the mattress so I can see your ass." Phil's short orders made my member twitch inside its prison. As I assumed the position, I knew that I was giving Phil a perfect look at my balls and tailhole, even while wearing my skirt. He knelt down behind me, and I closed my eyes in anticipation. But instead of penetrating me as I had expected him to, the rat began to lick my balls.

"Phil!" I yelped and inhaled sharply. Instead of giving me an answer, he gently let my balls slide past his lips and began to suck while his tongue moved over them. My moans quickly turned into incoherent whining, and my member grew harder than ever inside the steel tube. The pain of the spikes was intense, but this time, it wasn't enough to make me soft again. Phil kept complete control over me by giving me warning bites whenever I started to move around too much, and after a few minutes, he had reduced me to a twitching, panting and begging slut. At that moment, I would have agreed to anything, would have signed any contract, as long as it would have given me the release I craved.

Finally, the torture ended. My breath was coming in short gasps, and I could tell by the way my outfit clung to my body that I was sweaty. "I told you that I'd make you fight your bonds, my dearest Jessica," Phil teased me and lightly slapped my ass. My reply was a pathetic moan, and he chuckled slyly. "You need release, don't you?" A feeble nod was all I could manage, but it was enough for him. "Well, sorry, but the cage will stay. And I think that deep down, you want it to stay, right?" A shiver ran down my spine, and I nodded. This was what my fantasy was all about, and he knew it.

Claws dragged over my cheeks, pulling my ass into position for him. Before I could even wonder about lubrication, his wonderful tongue circled around my tailhole, making me moan louder again. Phil kept licking me for almost a full minute, occasionally pushing his tongue against my hole, but never sliding into it. Then, finally, I could feel his member pressing against my opening. But before entering me, he wanted to humiliate me one final time. "Beg for it, Jessica."

With me aroused beyond imagination, he didn't have to ask twice. "Please, sir, fuck me long and hard!" I moaned, trying to press back against him, but he moved along with me, holding his tip just against my hole. "I need your beautiful cock inside me! I want to feel your entire length!" He slowly increased the pressure, and I could feel myself opening up to a male for the first time. "Ohhhhh yes! Please be rough with me! Use me at your pace!" The pressure kept increasing, and my hole stretched more and more. Just when I thought it would rip me open, I could feel him slide a full inch into me. "OHHH GOD!" I cried and tried to move away from the pain, but Phil held me in place by wrapping one hand around the chain between my shackles.

"Relax, Jess... take it easy," the rat whispered, his cock neither retreating nor pushing further. "I know it hurts, but it'll pass..."

And indeed, after a few seconds, I could feel the pain dying down as I got used to the feeling of being stretched like this. "I... I'm okay..." I panted quietly and gave Phil a reassuring nod.

"Excellent..." Phil moaned and immediately slid another inch into me. This time, my cry was fueled both by pain and pleasure, and Phil slowly but surely forced more and more of his length into me. My own member was once again struggling against the chastity device, and my hands twitched uselessly behind my back. God, I wanted to touch myself so badly! Or better, I wanted Phil to touch me! But deep down, I knew that I wouldn't be freed anytime soon. True to my fantasies, Phil had turned me into a crossdressing slut who would be denied a proper orgasm.

My moans became louder, and I could feel Phil's cock twitching inside me almost immediately. It took him a long time to slide into me, but eventually, I could feel his balls brushing against mine. It was an incredible feeling, an odd mix between pain and almost orgasmic pleasure.

"I can't believe I waited so long..." Phil murmured to himself. "This ass was made to be taken long and hard..." His eyes met mine, and I could see his wide grin.

"Then what are you waiting for?" I whispered back and clenched my cheeks a bit. "I'm all yours... so take me..."

Phil didn't need any further encouragement. With one swift motion, he pulled out half his length and immediately drove it back into me. My cries of pleasure mixed with his low moans, and the rat repeated the movement, building up a frantic rhythm. This wasn't like our foreplay - there was no teasing and soft pleasuring anymore. Instead, he was simply fucking me, using me for his pleasure. Each thrust made my member twitch, and I could feel every single spike pressing against my flesh, reminding me of the absolute dominance Phil had over me.

Before I could even rationalize the intense mix of feelings washing over me, a strangled groan escaped my throat, and I shuddered as I experienced the closest thing to an orgasm I could have without touching my cock. Phil quickly pinned me to the mattress to stop my frantic thrashing, rising to a half-standing position so he could place his weight on my back. The position also allowed him to press deeper into me, and after two quick thrusts, I could feel his balls twitch just before his warm seed flooded my insides. Somewhere in the distance, I heard Phil's cries of ultimate pleasure, and the rat kept his member deep inside me all through his orgasm.

After a few minutes, I finally regained my senses. The only sound in the entire room was our panting. Somehow, I had landed on my side, and Phil was behind me, his member still buried in my ass. "My... God..." I whispered as soon as I was moderately certain that I had calmed down enough to form coherent sentences again.

"That was... that was incredible..." Phil slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me back against his upper body. Having completely forgotten about his dominant role, the rat planted soft kisses on my neck and stroked my side, making me shudder and gasp.

"Tell me something, Phil..." I turned my head slightly to face my new lover, the shackles preventing me from doing more than that, anyway. "With your passion, stamina and size... why was I your first time?"

"I... Wait... you're kidding, right?" he stammered and gave me a surprised look.

"Kidding? Come on! You were amazing! Heck, you could have anybody begging for sex if you put your mind to it..."

"Well... how should I say it..." Phil chuckled nervously. "I only had eyes for you. The moment you walked into our apartment, asking about the room, I fell for you."

The blood from my member apparently rushed straight to my head, and I was sure that my blush could be seen even through my fur. "So you only stayed a virgin because you couldn't consider sex with anybody else after seeing me?"

Phil bit his lower lip and nodded. "Silly, I know. But then, that's who I am, I guess..."

"It's not silly..." I whispered and turned around, gasping quietly as I let the cock slip out of my ass. "It's the sweetest thing anybody ever did for me."

The rat immediately beamed and kissed me on my lips. "So you'll stay with me?"

"How could I pass down a stunningly loyal rat who also happens to be an amazing lover?" I asked him back and let my caged crotch rub over his. Phil quickly scissored my legs to bring us closer together, and the feeling of his fur sliding over my stockings made me moan. The resulting, slow humping quickly turned my moans into groans of denied arousal, and I could tell that my helplessness was turning him on again.

"Up for more already, Jessica?" Phil asked me playfully and grinned.

Knowing that we both most likely needed a break before another round, I shook my head. "Let's get a few more drinks first. Oh, and you could finally let me out of my bondage."

The rat blinked, then nodded. "Of course, totally forgot about the arms..." He giggled sheepishly and reached behind me to unhook the chain from the shackles. "Keys for the shackles are on the shelf..."

"And the one for chastity belt?" I asked and gave him a hopeful smile.

For a few seconds, I could see doubt on Phil's face as he was trying to decide whether this was a playful request or a serious demand. In the end, he smirked. "You haven't earned that one yet."

"Earn it? What would I have to do to earn it?" The thought of being locked up for a few more hours was strangely attracting, even though I was also craving release.

"Hmmmm... let's see..." The rat gave me a calculating smile. "How does this sound? I'll let you out once you've managed to deepthroat me."

"WHAT?" I yelled, giving him a shocked look. "This isn't something I can just do that easily! Even with constant training, it could take days or even-..."

My rant was stopped by Phil's wide grin. He knew. He knew exactly that learning this would take time. And he'd keep me locked up until then. "Or even weeks..." he whispered and nodded meaningfully. "Up for it?"

I looked down at my crotch and noticed that the tube had an opening at the top, so it was definitely made for long-term use. God, he had really thought this one through. Weeks without release. While being Phil's accessible sex slave and probably while crossdressing as Jessica in revealing outfits.

...was there any way I could turn down something like that? "Of course, sir..." I replied with my sluttiest grin.