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Chastity story, kink story, only read if you're perverted, etc. Story contains chastity play, domination/submission, anal sex, bondage. If you want to skip directly to the sex, jump down to the line of stars (*).

RESTRICTING FRIENDSHIPS, Part 1 of 2

Sex. This story is about it, so I might as well make it the first word. Sex is weird. It makes the things it touches weird. For better or worse, for right or wrong and regardless of how open anyone might consider themselves, it's the truth. Part of the weirdness comes from the fact that we hide it, which is what led to a conversation responsible for this whole story...

Adam and I were sitting on the couch in my apartment as usual, vegetating while we watched some show on the psychology of sexual kinks. He's been my best friend since grade school and on again off again fuck buddy since we discovered our dicks.

"Christ, Jack, the idea that anyone would ever allow themselves to be the submissive half of a 'master slave' relationship is absurd." The orange feline made air quotes with his fingers, emphasizing his incredulity. "I just can't believe that anyone would ever want that. Being in charge is the only thing that would ever be hot. Everyone wants to have a sex slave, but there can't be a single person who actually wants to be one."

I turned to him in surprise. Paradoxally, actually discussing sex was something that we had always shied away from. Most best friends joke about it on a regular basis, but even through we had actually been with one another, it just wasn't something we talked about. The closest we had ever come in the past was when we both had a crush on the same guy and fought briefly about it.

"Actually..." I began carefully, "you might be surprised... There are plenty of people out there that would be interested in that.."

"Pfft. Yeah right. Can you name a single guy that you know that would be interested in that sort of thing? That would actually like it...?" As he glanced over and saw my pensive expression he trailed off. I caught his stare and smiled sheepishly. It was as if he and I were having part of this conversation silently.

For a few more minutes the television droned while both of us waited for him to say what we both knew was coming next. "So... you wana be my slave? Or... something?"

I looked at my naked body in the mirror, the lamplight from Adam's bed stand reflecting dully off of my smooth black hide. The image of a young black dragon greeted me. I smiled vainly as a noted my trim waist and feminine hips were as fit as ever. I turned over and watched my tail flop over in a way that I hoped would look sexy, and admired the lines drawn by the profile of my smooth ass leading up to my curving back. I pulled my free hand teasingly up the shaft of my quickly hardening cock, lingering for a moment on the large ring that bobbed its end, secured by a Prince Albert's piercing. I tried to imagine what it would be like to walk in on myself. I know that I'm a little narcissistic at times, but I would totally do me.

The sound of the door from Adam's bathroom opening jarred me out of my reverie and I looked up at him slide into the room with a bag in one hand. "Adam... I'm not so sure about this. I mean I know this is a fantasy for both of us, but I'm not sure it's going to work. I can call you 'master,' and you can call me 'slave' and I can do what you want me to, but is it really going to be much different than it has been in the past? And would we really want it to be?"

"Jack, my boy, you're in luck." The feline gave me a sly look . "I have something that will let it be both more real and stay the same. There's no reason we can't hang out and treat each other exactly like we normally do outside the bedroom."

"That kind of spoils the whole allure of it though. The idea of giving up power over you just seems... I dunno, cheap if it's only on select weekends," I replied.

"Ahh. Now there's where you're wrong and you'll see why very shortly. Before we go any further though, I do want to ask if you're really willing to do this," his demeanor got much more serious then. "If this is what we're going to do, let's make it real. Do you really want to be my slave? Do you really want me to use you for my own pleasure at the expense of your own?"

Despite all my skepticism, those were the exact words that I wanted to hear. They were what I had dreamed of someone saying to me, although I had never expected it to be such a close friend. The nervousness that had begun to whither my confidence a moment ago vanished, and the cat grinned at the quivering erection that I was sporting. "Well," he said carefully, "I'll take that as a yes. And silence can be good... sometimes I might require that of you."

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Although he was still fully clothed, he reached across the bed and pushed my shoulder roughly into the mattress, taking a long, deep kiss. "I... I like this, Adam." I rasped, breath coming to me hard.

"Good, I'm glad that you're able to enjoy the attention being focused on me. That's how it's going to be for a while. Spread on your back in the center of the bed." I did as he instructed, and he produced a set of ropes from his bag. One tied each limb to a corner of the bed, with pillows propping my lower half up. I watched in elated silence. The anticipation alone was more wonderful than I could have imagined.

"This is equipment I had almost never expected to use," he said as he wrapped the nylon cord tightly around my left hand, the last to be bound. "The idea that I could be using it on you though... you're such a close friend. The idea of dominating you like this is so much more than some stranger, so much more than any random person I might meet online." Out of the bag came a heavy collar and an intimidating looking gag harness. "Open up, lover boy," he grinned slyly at me as I pulled my jaws as wide as they would go for the shiny red ball gag. Is slid almost back to my throat, and almost seemed small... until the feline pulled the muzzle straps tight, clamping my jaws down on the resilient rubber. The sudden pressure on the hinges of my jaw brought tears to my eyes. "Now that's a pleasant little sight, Jack. I don't think I'm going to get into the whole 'slave-master' name rule here if you don't mind. It's going to be fairly obvious what roles we're playing, and I honestly prefer you just... stay silent while I enjoy myself."

At this point his grin was nearly splitting his face in two. For all the world, I was reminded very disturbingly of an orange and tan striped Cheshire cat. This had to be heaven. As he fitted the thick metal collar around my neck and slid an oversized padlock's hasp through the collar's spindle, I groaned with anticipation. The click of the lock was like a spark falling on dry grass. I pulled at the restraints and felt burning waves of lust coursing through me. I thrust at the air and offered myself up to my friend as best as I could. The bindings he had made were secure in a way that clearly showed skill. As if to answer my thoughts Adam continued "Like I said before, this is the first time I've tried any of this out on another person, but I've practiced quite a bit..." The bag was empty of all but one small object, which he dropped to the ground, striking the floor with a dull thump.

Adam's words trailed off while he continued admiring his handiwork, and he slowly began to shed his clothes. His shirt came off first, revealing his broad shoulders and thick arms. His pants slid slowly down past his ankles, allowing me to see the runner's legs he had earned from his years of sports training through college. His boxers came off last, showing off his family secret that there was a non feline somewhere in his family history, slick, black cock rigidly bobbed in the air after being freed.

The cat slowly climbed onto the bed, positioning himself much more slowly than he had to... I was already breathing raggedly, and he was in a position to tease. I closed my eyes and felt hands slide over my body, gently exploring it as though they never had before. They finally came to rest on my arms, just below the shoulders. The change at that point from gentle to rough was as welcome as it was surprising.

I felt Adam's hands clamp onto my arms like steel bands, and he entered me roughly. I moaned as the initial pain subsided and focused on the rhythm he kept. Finally opening my eyes, I saw my own cock bobbing with each stroke as his hips impacted my own. The feeling was amazing but just not quite enough for me to come.

"Mmph! Mphh!" I grunted at Adam, trying to communicate my desperate need. The whole of my body seemed consumed by the heat of lust. Being unable to satisfy myself, but seeing the object of my desires coming closer and closer to climax only further fueled the flames, and as the minutes passed, the sheer frustration of it brought tears to my eyes.

Adam's thrusts became slower and more pronounced, while his breathing came in quick gasps. I writhed, trying to get even a tiny bit of stimulation to my cock, allowing me to come, but the vices that were his hands only tightened, this time to the point of pain. He pumped one last time, so powerfully that it stretched my legs painfully against the bindings and I felt him gush into me. He held this position for a moment, exhaling enormously once, then panting deeply

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Slowly, he released his grip on my bruised arms and slid out of me. I watched him angrily and tried to yell for his attention, but only a gurgle escaped the oversized gag wedged into my aching jaw. "Don't think I've forgotten you, my little hidebound toy. This needs to be finished up before we clean off, I haven't overlooked that." He kissed my forehead and walked to the out of his room.

The wait was torture. How could he make me wait like this? Did he not understand that being treated so roughly turned me on as much as he was turned on by giving the treatment? A single stroke would set me off, and end a truly wonderful session...

Adam walked back into the room with a smile on his face, a towel and something in his hand that I couldn't see. He stooped down to the ground and picked up the object that he had dropped earlier. "Do you remember how I said that we wouldn't have to change anything, but that you would be my slave? Do you remember how I said that we wouldn't need to bother with titles? I have something here that will let us do both. I really do hope that you're enjoying this, because there is a lot more to come."

I didn't care. Yes. Fine. A thing. I needed to come, and that's all I could think of. Nothing else mattered. "Now I can tell you're a bit preoccupied and that's understandable, Jack. I know this is a very frustrating situation. You're failing to see that I really do enjoy seeing you frustrated." He wrapped the towel around one of the mystery objects and held it pensively. "You're also forgetting that it's your responsibility to see to my own pleasure, not to your own. I'll help you see past that. Eventually, you'll enjoy these sessions just as much whether you get off or not."

My eyes must have been blazing at that point. Fine, he wouldn't get me off. I would just finish off in the bathroom. The tension, my aching arms and tail hole, the frustration and anger he was causing in me... all of it was such a powerful turn on that even jerking myself off would provide an amazing orgasm. I knew it would.

"Well," he began again. "I can see that I'm not really getting through to you with words." His patience was infuriating. I strained at the binds as hard as I was able, but only succeeded in digging them into my wrists and ankles.

With a smile, Adam placed the wrapped object against my crotch and a freezing ache instantly exploded in my groin. An ice pack. That bastard was icing my dick. I fought it for what felt like hours, but eventually my penis limply flopped to one side. "That was impressive, Jack. Nearly fifteen minutes against an ice pack." I stared in disbelief at the short period of time, but Adam continued, "Now here's the good part. I apologize about the bit that goes through your piercing. It's a 00 gauge and I know you're just a 0, but you'll have to stretch a bit, I suppose." He took hold of the ring going through my cock and deftly removed the captive bead, sliding the whole of it out of me.

He took the second unknown item and leaned across my chest, blocking the view of what was going on. This will just take a minute, and try not to get excited, I'll just have to use the ice pack again if you do." I felt him pull my cock and balls through a tight ring, then my balls through another, and finally the rest of my shaft through a third. I yelped at the last, as I felt something scrape against the edges of the head. "No need to worry, we're almost done here." He whetted a long shining peg in his mouth, which I realized was going through my piercing. I steeled myself. This was going to be larger than anything I had worn before.

After a moment of pain, it popped through and I relaxed my muscles. The thing Adam had put on my cock resonated with a disturbingly final "click." Smiling widely, he pulled at the knot binding my right wrist. The rope fell away effortlessly, and as a scrabbled to free my other limbs, the smug feline stood and left the room.

It took me a good 20 minutes of struggling with his knots, and I cursed whatever trick he had used to slide the rope from its binding position earlier. The ball gag was a bit of a struggle as well, since it was locked on, and the bindings were strong leather. I ignored the collar for the moment, it wasn't a bother anyhow. The last thing he had put on me though... What on earth was it?

I looked at my imprisoned cock carefully, and gave a tentative tug on the odd metal device. It clung solidly, pulling at the base of my penis and scrotum. The attention I was paying to my member was enough to wake it from the ice-nap it had been forced into, but the cage took charge of the situation quickly. After I had only begun to swell, knobby spikes within the cage began to dig into the head and shaft of my dick.

Intense pain shot through me and I dropped to my knees, struggling to remove it. It was secured by the giant 00 gauge bar I had felt Adam push through my PA piercing, and a radial lock held it in place, ensuing that it could not be removed.

"So let's set some ground rules, Jack." I whipped around and confronted Adam, who seemed as calm and composed as ever, leaning lazily in the doorway. "ADAM! Let me out of this thing! You had your fun! I just want to get myself off! You got to fuck me!"

The cat simply smirked, then continued with what he had been saying. "As my slave, you'll perform whatever sexual acts I ask. You'll stay in the chastity device as long as I decide, and you'll get sexual relief when I think you deserve it. Other than that, things can keep on like they have in the past. That was the agreement."

I stared in disbelief. "TAKE THIS OFF OF ME!" I shouted at him.

"No," he said simply and calmly. "Radial locks are easier to break than they are to pick, and when they break, they get stuck. The metal is case hardened steel, so even if you're able to get some sort of saw in there, it's going to be closer to your fun bits than anyone with sense could be comfortable with. You're in there until I decide differently, and I guarantee you won't find the key. I'll start it off easy and let you know that I'll get you off next week or so... provided you keep your end of the bargain up."

The concept of being at the mercy of Adam for a full week introduced my nether regions to another bout of self inflicted pain. I had always had slave fantasies... and it would only be for a week, right?

To be concluded in part 2