Dare Chess
By Musuko

OwenFox95: Morning.
SweetnSugaryKen: hey! hows you?
OwenFox95: I’m okay. Had my first lecture today.
SweetnSugaryKen: yeah? how was it?
OwenFox95: Dull. lol
SweetnSugaryKen: awww! :(
OwenFox95: How’s school?
SweetnSugaryKen: okay i guess. miss you being here.
OwenFox95: D’aww. :P
SweetnSugaryKen: shaddup! i gotta get the bus now. it sucks. your car was way better
SweetnSugaryKen: not that i just miss you for the rides i mean
SweetnSugaryKen: dont miss your sucky singing tho!
OwenFox95: Hey! My singing is the best, I’ll have you know.
SweetnSugaryKen: PFFFT! so whatya doing?
OwenFox95: Dunno really. Chatting to you? Might play a game. I probably should get some reading done.
SweetnSugaryKen: boring! talk to me. im more fun.

Oh I know you are, I typed, before holding my finger down on the backspace key. I felt like sighing. But the good thing about chatting over the internet is that you can hide your emotions and display only those that you want the other person to see. And right now I didn’t want my underaged buddy to know just how much I was truly missing him.
	It was inevitable, this split. I hit eighteen whilst he was still sixteen. I ship off to university and he stays back at school, without me to drive him in every day, without my company at lunch, without me to wait for him with the engine running after school, so he can run out and dive in, so we can head back to my place to get a sweet hour and a half of alone time before my parents got home, before I’d need to drop him back to his house down the road.
	And no, we didn’t do anything like that. Whether I wanted to is an entirely different question. We’d been friends for years. It was one of those odd sequences of events that happen in life. Ken started out being my little brother’s friend, back when they were ten. But it really seemed more for the benefit of our parents and his; they got together to be social, while the kids went off and played. The trouble is, Ken and my brother Stuart didn’t really have much in common. Stuart wanted to run about in the garden, but Ken wanted to play with action figures. Specifically...my action figures. I had quite a collection.
	So before long Ken went from being Stuart’s friend to being mine. And we grew up like that. None of our parents thought it weird when we entered our teens, where the age gap became more pronounced, and were still friends. And when I tipped over into adulthood, Ken was still there. My best friend. The guy I could talk about random rubbish with for hours, whilst pounding each-other on video games.
	I carried the guilt over the years, though, of the first ever thought I had when I saw him when I was twelve: Wow, he’s cute!
	Yeah...he became my friend, genuinely. I never had an ulterior motive. I never became one thing in order to get another. And I never wanted to risk our friendship to try for anything else. Over the years, I admit, he featured in some...alright many...alright, most...of my masturbation fantasies. But I was good to keep it all inside my head and out of his awareness. At least, I hoped so. I don’t think he ever caught me looking at him.
	Sigh. I missed him. The cutest little sugar glider with the most amazing smile and sexy slim body.
	I started typing to him with one paw, the other getting occupied in my lap. I flicked back and forth between some of my favourite pictures from the net and his chat window. The time passed lazily. I wandered between porn and random cool articles, sharing links with Ken (the articles, not the porn), and chatted to him about them. Sometimes I went soft, other times I kept myself hard for ages, always edging, getting the inside of my boxers soaked with pre-cum. I had the privacy of my room at university now, with no chance of parents interrupting me, and I was making damn good use of it.
	I glanced at the clock on my screen. It was past 1am!

OwenFox95: It’s late, don’t you have school tomorrow?
SweetnSugaryKen: lol you sound like an old fogey
OwenFox95: Quiet, little boy. :P Get your butt to bed.
SweetnSugaryKen: or what youll spank me?
OwenFox95: *spank*
SweetnSugaryKen: oooooh baby!

My life was at its hardest when Ken got like this. He could be such a tease, even when he had no idea at all what he was doing to me. Sometimes, though, I wondered if he did know. Did he know? Did he do this to deliberately get me going?
	I liked to dream. Perhaps one day the silly games would tip over the edge and become serious. It was a fantasy that I dwelled on many times while my paw was around my cock.

OwenFox95: Fine, if you’re going to stay up, find us something fun to do.
SweetnSugaryKen: like what?
OwenFox95: A game or something.
SweetnSugaryKen: k *grin*

I waited for something stupid. Perhaps some browser-based tower defence game, or some blatant skinner box sim game. Knowing him, he would be searching out the most annoying, silly game he could find.
	So I was surprised when the link he sent me led to a browser-based chess game.

OwenFox95: Really? Chess?
SweetnSugaryKen: what? i like chess!
OwenFox95: No you don’t. When have you ever played chess? :P
SweetnSugaryKen: like all the time. just not with you cos youd suck at it
OwenFox95: How do you know that? You’ve never seen me play chess. I could be amazing at it.
SweetnSugaryKen: oh yeah? bet you dont even know how to play! :P

I rolled my eyes and sent him an animated emoticon that did the same. Then I clicked my pawn forward. A text box blinked up on the screen.

Player one. Truth: How many times have you farted today?

SweetnSugaryKen: hahahaha!!! probably about ten times. ok your turn.
OwenFox95: What was that?!
SweetnSugaryKen: its dare chess duh
OwenFox95: What the hell’s dare chess?
SweetnSugaryKen: like chess but with truth or dare
SweetnSugaryKen: whenever you make a move it asks the other player a truth type question
SweetnSugaryKen: and when you take a peece it gives them a dare
SweetnSugaryKen: simple!
OwenFox95: That’s messed up.

Ken’s pawn slid down a space. Another message popped up.

Player two: Truth: Do you sing while taking a shower?

I drummed my fingers, then clicked open the settings menu on the game window. There were a bunch of modes in there.

SweetnSugaryKen: player 2 is you! you gunna answer owen?
OwenFox95: Yes I sing in the shower.
SweetnSugaryKen: what songs?
OwenFox95: That’s not part of the question. :P
SweetnSugaryKen: aw
OwenFox95: Your turn to answer one!

I rolled through the modes. There was one for simple questions and dares, one for harder dares, even harder ones, all the usual. Then I paused my cursor over another. It said “adult”.
	Oh my. Did I dare? Heh...it’d surprise him. I clicked it. Nothing in the window changed, except for a small, barely noticeable icon in the top left that now read “XXX”. I clicked a pawn and shifted it upwards.

Player one: Truth: What’s your biggest turn on?

SweetnSugaryKen: omg wtf????? LOL!!!! im not answering that!
OwenFox95: Haha! But you have to. That’s the game.
SweetnSugaryKen: yeah but you got singing in the shower and i got that!
OwenFox95: You picked the game. You don’t have to play. You can go to bed instead.
SweetnSugaryKen: PFFFT! fine but dont you dare laugh
OwenFox95: No promises. :P
SweetnSugaryKen: dont be a dick!
OwenFox95: Fine, I won’t laugh.
SweetnSugaryKen: okay its………

He pasted a link. Foolishly, I clicked it. Frigging rickrolled!

OwenFox95: You bastard! :P Answer it properly.
SweetnSugaryKen: okay fine! i like paws.
OwenFox95: What, like feetpaws?
SweetnSugaryKen: yeah its not that weird so dont laugh
OwenFox95: No it’s cool! I’m not gonna laugh.
SweetnSugaryKen: okay your turn
OwenFox95: You have to do your move first.
SweetnSugaryKen: oh yeah

He swung a knight out into play.

Player two: Truth: Do you have a crush on someone?

I froze. Fuck. But then relief washed over me as I read it again, and I typed with a grin on my face.

OwenFox95: Yes I do.
SweetnSugaryKen: ooooooooh who is it?
OwenFox95: Not telling.
SweetnSugaryKen: but you gotta thats the rules
OwenFox95: No I don’t. The question is do I have a crush, not who it is. I’ve said yes. That’s answered the question.
SweetnSugaryKen: oh right
SweetnSugaryKen: tell me anyway
OwenFox95: No.
SweetnSugaryKen: aw comeon
OwenFox95: Nope! Maybe there’ll be a question for that later. Your turn.

This could get confusing. My turn to move, but his to answer. I slid my pawn up to threaten his knight.

Player one: Truth: How old were you when you had your first kiss.

There was a long pause, with no reply from Ken. I started to wonder if he had left the computer. But then the typing icon appeared again.
	The thing was...I already knew the answer to this one. Because I would have been the first person he’d told if it’d happened.

SweetnSugaryKen: i havent yet

Before I could even respond, or wonder what his thoughts were behind those emotionless words, he had made his move, another pawn sliding down. He didn’t seem to be working on any strategy I could recognise.

Player two: Truth: How often do you masturbate?

Well, no time to be shy now. And I was the one who set it on adult, after all. How could I have known that he’d stick at this rather than get weirded out and go to bed. Probably the best policy was to act like it didn’t bother me to answer.

OwenFox95: Probably about two or three times a day.
SweetnSugaryKen: hoooooooleee shit! fuck me thats a lot! your like some randy bunny or something!
OwenFox95: Hey don’t be speciest. 
SweetnSugaryKen: sorry
SweetnSugaryKen: but damn thats a lot!
OwenFox95: Not really. Why, how often do you do it?
SweetnSugaryKen: nope not gonna answer :P only gonna answer what the game says i haveta

Rats. Hoisted by my own...whatever. I looked at the icon, pondering whether to set it back to a more PG setting before this went too far. But then I looked at the pieces. And I figured, we haven’t done a dare yet. Curiosity...and my thumping heart...overruled caution. I moved my pawn over to capture his knight.

Player one. Dare: show the other player what’s under your underwear!

SweetnSugaryKen: whuuuuuuuuuut
OwenFox95: Umm.
SweetnSugaryKen: thats fucked up
OwenFox95: Yeah, you don’t have to do that. Besides, the only way you could do it was to send me a picture. And you’ll get me done for child porn.
SweetnSugaryKen: uh yeah

Shit. I should have stopped talking. I clearly made it seem like I put too much thought into that. Fuck this was a stupid thing to do. Fuck fuck fuck…
	My phone buzzed. I had a text message. I unlocked the screen, but glanced back at my computer just before I clicked to open the text.

SweetnSugaryKen: umm to late i already sent it lol

I stared at the phone while the attachment loaded. Every sensible part of my brain screamed at me to close it before it finished loading. But the rest of my brain, the parts that had always longed to be brave enough to sneak a peek when he was getting changed...those parts kept me riveted to the screen, hoping and praying he wasn’t going to send me a joke picture. God I felt like such a sicko.
	In the blink of an eye, the hourglass disappeared, and in its place was a candid phone camera snap of my best friend’s fuzzy thighs...and his balls and his sheath. I felt my chest tighten. There it was, my best friends cock. Oh god, I could see it; the pink tip peeking out of his sheath. I stared, drinking in all the little details, my imagination burning with ideas. What I would do if I were kneeling there…
	I came to my senses enough to think that I should get back to chatting to him before he suspected something was up!

OwenFox95: Well...I didn’t expect that!
SweetnSugaryKen: dont go pawing off to it or nething mister three a day spoogemaster!
OwenFox95: Haha!
SweetnSugaryKen: srsly tho dont show it to anyone okay?
OwenFox95: Like I would do that.

He went quiet for the longest while, and a lurking fear began to rise in me.

SweetnSugaryKen: in fact you can delete it right now

I hesitated, my fingers on the keys. What to think, what to say, what to do...he was having regrets, I could tell. 

OwenFox95: No problem.
SweetnSugaryKen: im gonna go to bed

Heart pounded. Fuck.

OwenFox95: Alright.
SweetnSugaryKen: night

Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.

I stared at the screen as he went offline. Great. Now I had a night to spend worrying, thinking over every aspect of that exchange, trying to guess what he thought, what he felt, agonising over the possibility that he got freaked out, that any slim chance there might ever been of us doing any of the things in my fantasies had now evaporated. Or worse...that our friendship was now in danger because of this embarrassment.
	I lifted my phone, looking at the image. I guessed he had taken it and then sent it right away. Had his bravado and unwillingness to back down from a challenge come quicker than sense, perhaps? Then sense arrived too late, with its friends shame and regret? I looked over the chat log and sighed. That did seem to fit the evidence.
	Of course, there might have been another explanation. I studied my response immediately after the picture. Perhaps he was making a move towards being risque with me, and I scared him off with my ambiguous, potentially rejecting response? Shit...I hoped not.
	But...that was probably me just being unrealistically optimistic. I turned my phone off and switched off the computer monitor, spinning my chair one-eighty and making the small flop forward from it into my bed. I groaned, pulling my pillow over my head. Somebody kill me please.

I nested myself in my bedcovers and fought away the rise of the morning sun by keeping all the warmth inside with me. Not coming out, nope. No way. It was a weekday, but I had no lectures. I had plenty of work to do, but I wasn’t going to do it. I was going to mope instead.
	I buried myself deeper in my cocoon and brought my phone with me. I tapped at the screen, pottering about the internet on my slow as balls connection. I kept thinking that I had my friend’s cock in this phone, just a few taps away. I could paw off to it if I wanted to. I could put my paw around my morning hardon and just…
	The phone buzzed in my paw, and I tapped the text message icon without any conscious thought.

It was Ken!

bitch get online! :P

So I got up, dropping myself naked into my chair. Blergh. I didn’t want to be doing this. I wanted to stay in bed and sulk. The last person I wanted to talk to was Ken. I figured he would either make a stink about last night forever, or he would act as if it never happened and I would always have to live with the infuriating mystery of what he really thought and felt about it all.
	The computer finished its booting, and I logged into my messenger, where Ken was already waiting. I started to type a hello, but he interrupted me with a link. I clicked it. It was our dare chess game. I didn’t save it. He must have done!

SweetnSugaryKen: my turn

I checked. Yes, it was still on xxx mode.

OwenFox95: I don’t think we should play.
SweetnSugaryKen: y not?
OwenFox95: It’ll be weird.
SweetnSugaryKen: so?
OwenFox95: So that’s why we shouldn’t play.
SweetnSugaryKen: ug! comeon itll be fine

I drummed my fingers. Hey, wait a second…

OwenFox95: It’s like 10, aren’t you in school?
SweetnSugaryKen: nope skipped
OwenFox95: What?! Why?
SweetnSugaryKen: to play with you!
OwenFox95: You can’t do that. You’ll get in trouble.
SweetnSugaryKen: yeah yeah you gonna play or not?
OwenFox95: No.
SweetnSugaryKen: scaaaaaaaaaaaaaaared?
OwenFox95: No! Ken you’ll get in trouble.
SweetnSugaryKen: lemme worry about that. play play play!
OwenFox95: Ugh. Fine. Make your move then.

I opened up the settings menu and changed it back to the basic easy PG mode. I sat back, waiting for his move. Problem solved.
	Or not. The icon changed back to xxx.

SweetnSugaryKen: nah keep it in this mode

Shit. He noticed. How...how long had he known it was in that mode? Did he notice me change it yesterday and just didn’t say anything? Oh god, has he been sitting there this whole time knowing I’ve been a proper pervert? I felt my cheeks heat up, and was again so glad that he could only see the words I typed, and not the look on my face.

OwenFox95: Why?
SweetnSugaryKen: cos its fun. maybe youll have to show me yor cock next time!

I shouldn’t have been going along with it. But he slid a piece down.

Player two: Truth: Have you ever had sex in public?

SweetnSugaryKen: dont answer that one! i got a better one for you. you ready?
OwenFox95: Uh...okay. :S
SweetnSugaryKen: what did you think of my cock?
OwenFox95: No way am I answering that!
SweetnSugaryKen: go on just tell me. think it looks good?
OwenFox95: Why are you asking me this?
SweetnSugaryKen: cos i thought youd be cool about it!
OwenFox95: I am, I am...it’s just weird.
SweetnSugaryKen: if your cool about it then youd tell me what you think of it.
OwenFox95: It’s fine, okay? Looks like there’s nothing wrong with it. Jeez.
SweetnSugaryKen: if you were gay, would you suck it?

Now was not the time to have my morning erection distracting me. I bit my lip, hard, focussing on the stinging, and trying not to think about kneeling down and lowering my head into the warm space between his naked thighs, looking up and seeing his grinning face…
	Mmph! Stop it, imagination! I focussed on the screen. If, he said...if. Totally innocent. He had no idea that the if was meaningless. Or did he? Did he know I was gay? Stop, stop...now was not the time to think about that!

OwenFox95: Probably.
SweetnSugaryKen: you ever had anyone suck yours?
OwenFox95: Yes.
SweetnSugaryKen: cool! id love to have someone suck mine.

Was he hinting? Did I dare think that way? Before I could reply, he continued.

SweetnSugaryKen: you ever sucked anyone?

How could he not be hinting? I felt giddy. And terrified. Expecting at any moment for him to cry “lol” and mock me for falling for his messing around.
	Fuck it, honesty would have to be the thing to do. I’d never really been in the closet. It just...wasn’t a topic of conversation that ever came up between us. Well, now it had.

OwenFox95: Yeah.
SweetnSugaryKen: niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice! so you are gay then
OwenFox95: Well, bi. Yeah.
SweetnSugaryKen: thought so!

Was I obvious? Way to make me doubt myself Ken!

SweetnSugaryKen: sent you a text

I went to my phone and reached it just as it buzzed. Another photo message from Ken. I opened it up to a photo that really would incriminate me. Ken’s crotch again, but this time he was rock hard, with his paw wrapped around the base. The same candid shot, but this time much better lit, and I realised he must have taken it right there and then. He’d been hard through this whole conversation?
	Just...just like I had been?
	In the text message itself he had written “wanna suck it?”
	I looked at it. Definitely felt dizzy. I had two ways to talk to him, there on the phone, or over in the chat window that waited with the cursor blinking. I could run away, feign disconnection or interruption by real life. But I thought with my cock instead of my head, hit reply on the text and sent back: “yes”.
	A few seconds later, the typing notification came up in Ken’s chat window.

SweetnSugaryKen: ossom will be there in about an hour. phone will be off so you dont try to talk me out of it! your gonna suck my dick!

Then the bastard logged off! Fuck! I sent him a text anyway, hoping to beat him before he turned his phone off. But no luck. No reply after ten minutes, then twenty. He must have meant it. And now he was on a train to come see me. And he expected me to…
	...fuck, I had to get dressed!

So I waited. The longest hour of my life. I sat on the edge of my bed, bouncing my heels in nervous agitation. My thoughts blazed, spinning around and around in circles. Did he mean it? Was it really going to happen? Was he just going to laugh and say it was all a big joke? But he sent those pictures. Wasn’t that a bit far if it was a joke? So he meant it. He was going to make me suck his cock. Hah...make, as if I needed coercing. Or did I? Fuck...I was too scared. I couldn’t do this. He was my friend! This could ruin everything. All it would take is just one of us feeling awkward and the whole thing would end up in disaster. And I felt awkward alright.
	Around and around. The same thoughts repeating, driving me mad. I got so absorbed into the space inside my own head that I barely noticed the hour had passed. The blinking of the chat window on my computer screen finally woke me from my retrospection. I dived into my chair.

SweetnSugaryKen: fuuuuuu dad came home for some files or something before i could go so i had to pretend to be sick for ages until he left. hes gone now but i should probably stay here. dont think i can come now. sorry!
OwenFox95: That’s okay. It was probably a bad idea anyway.

Did I mean that? Or was I saving face? Oh I didn’t know any more.

SweetnSugaryKen: you got your webcam set up?
OwenFox95: Yes. Why?
SweetnSugaryKen: turn it on!
OwenFox95: Why?
SweetnSugaryKen: cos i said so. ill turn mine on.
OwenFox95: Alright fine.

What was he up to? I had a feeling it was going to be naughty. At least, my cock thought that way anyway. The little beast was tugging upwards at my jeans.
	The cams came to life. Mine was pointed at the respectable upper half of my body, clothed and clean. His showed me his winning smile...no wait, a grin...and he was most definitely shirtless.

OwenFox95: Umm.

He held up a finger as if to silence me. Then he reached up out of view and the camera angled downwards. And there, resting up against the taut, naked muscle of his tummy, was his hard cock, and his naked balls resting between his spread thighs. I saw my own eyes widen in the video feed from my cam. His arms reached up to the keys.

SweetnSugaryKen: gonna show you what your missing out on! that okay with you?

I hesitated for the longest time before replying. But while I thought, his paw closed around his shaft and began lazily stroking, and I realised that deep down I didn’t want to let this opportunity escape me. Fuck the consequences.

OwenFox95: Yeah, that’s okay with me.
SweetnSugaryKen: gr8
SweetnSugaryKen: show me yrs

I could see him typing with one paw. I drummed my fingers. Fuck it. If he wanted to give me a show, it was only fair to show him that I was enjoying it. I fiddled with my camera to angle it down a little, until it framed me nicely between my thighs and my chest. I’d worn a nice t-shirt for his aborted visit, and my nice slim jeans. My cock was pretty visible, pressed up against the jeans. And as soon as I had the zip tugged down it sprang up, hard and ready. I cupped my paw over it, hiding it, before I could remind myself of what I was doing.
	Slowly, I eased my paw down and closed my fingers in a ring around the shaft. I watched his paw roll up to the tip of his cock, and I wished the resolution were better so I could see if there was pre beading at the tip. His free paw tapped at the keyboard.

SweetnSugaryKen: you pawed yet today?
OwenFox95: No
SweetnSugaryKen: bet you wanted to while sucking my cock huh
OwenFox95: Maybe.
SweetnSugaryKen: be honest i dont mind
OwenFox95: This is weird.
SweetnSugaryKen: were friends right?
OwenFox95: Of course!
SweetnSugaryKen: and your gay and i dont mind that and i wanna get my dick sucked and you wanna do it so whats the problem?
OwenFox95: Nothing really. It’s just...I dunno.
SweetnSugaryKen: put your paws on your head

I blinked. But...I did it. I sat with my paws on my head and my hard cock hanging out, right where my friend could see. And to make it worse, it was happening while I could see his. God damn it my cock was hard as fuck.
	He lifted both paws up to the keyboard, leaning forward.

SweetnSugaryKen: no pawing for you spoogemeister! you paw too much. very naughty! lol.

One paw returned to his cock, and I had to sit there watching while he teased his paw up and down his length, fingertips massaging around his tip. I felt myself throb. I wanted to paw off...but obeying my young friend’s sudden strange dominance...well, it tickled something in me that made me feel goosebumpy.

SweetnSugaryKen: im gonna paw and youre gonna sit like that and watch the whole thing. no pawing!

I whimpered the words “yes sir,” knowing he couldn’t hear me, nor see my mouth move.
	And so the torture began. He reclined right back in his chair, and the camera jolted; I realised he had put both his heels up on the desk. I closed my eyes for a moment and shuddered. He had his legs spread for the camera, and I opened my eyes to the achingly perverted view of the underside of his cock as his paw closed into a fist around it and started pumping fast enough for the video’s frame-rate to struggle. I wished he had his mic on, so I could hear him. I wondered if he gasped, or moaned, or spoke. Maybe he was silent. I wished I could know!
	I stifled a whimper, and pressed my thighs tight together. I could feel the pressure in my cock. I was aching to touch it. I stared at the video. Fuck...I couldn’t record it either. I was so hopelessly powerless with my paws on my head, nothing binding me but my obedience to his order. Was he going to make me his slave? Oh fuck Owen, don’t think like that. Don’t you dare fantasise like that…
	Ken’s body started to buck forwards, and the camera jolted again. I watched as his paw stopped moving, gripped around the head of his cock and squeezing as I caught a few glimpses of the cum splashing upwards and disappearing into the fur of his chest. I was missing out on so much...the unpixelated view of his orgasm, the sound of his breath and his gasps, the scent of his musk, the scent of his cum...the taste. I bit my lip. More than anything I wanted to give him that blowjob. Every shred of my earlier worries had gone. I gripped my fingers into my hair, struggling to resist disobeying to paw off.
	He swung his feet back down off the desk, and the camera jerked upwards to his smiling, somewhat flustered face.

SweetnSugaryKen: like that? you can type
OwenFox95: Yeah.
SweetnSugaryKen: wanna paw?
OwenFox95: Yeah!
SweetnSugaryKen: too bad! not yet.
OwenFox95: Please?
SweetnSugaryKen: nope! want you to wait. that okay with you?
OwenFox95: I suppose.

It was easy to lie in a chat window. I suppose, in this case, meant “I’ll pretty much do anything you say at this stage.”

SweetnSugaryKen: still feel weird?
OwenFox95: Kinda.
SweetnSugaryKen: dont have to. still friends arent we.
OwenFox95: Yeah.
SweetnSugaryKen: lean to the side a sec.

I tilted over, puzzled.

SweetnSugaryKen: cool. i can see your bed from here. go lay down with your paws on your head and stay there til i message you again.
OwenFox95: Alright.

His camera went black, but he was still receiving mine. I wheeled my chair out of the way and walked over to the bed, my cock sticking lewdly out from my open fly. I lay down on my back and put my paws on the top of my head. This felt ridiculous. And when I looked over to my computer screen I could see that he had a prime view of my hard cock and my nervous, confused face.
	And then the humiliation of it sank in. I was just going to lie here, doing nothing, as effectively immobilised as I would be tied to the bed, with a raging hardon that I couldn’t stroke...all while he was free to watch. For as long as he felt like it. Oh sure, I could paw off at any time I liked, or stand up and turn off the camera. I could disobey...but I didn’t want to risk not finding out where this was going.
	I felt his eyes on me. Or perhaps worse; maybe I felt his indifference? He could have been doing anything at his computer. I might have been relegated to a minimised window, or hidden behind some porn or some random pointless net browsing. I felt like a toy.
	I bit my lip...hard. Because I liked that feeling.
	The clock was right there on the wall, teasing me. It told me exactly how much time was passing lying there, bound by my obedience. Ten minutes passed...then twenty. My cock slowly wilted, then I would think about my situation afresh and it would spring back up to full hardness. This went on again and again, an hour passing, then two. My bladder started to pester me with its fullness, and that helplessness only increased my submissive arousal.
	Yes...it was submission. Pure and simple. I was submitting to Ken. Was he even really aware of what he was making me feel, while he played this little game?

The screen blinked. A message! I jumped up and sat in my chair.

SweetnSugaryKen: what toys do you have?
OwenFox95: What do you mean?
SweetnSugaryKen: like vibrators and stuff i know youve got some
OwenFox95: I don’t have anything like that.
SweetnSugaryKen: dont lie of course you have
OwenFox95: I’ve got some fluffy cuffs and some dildos and stuff but that’s about it.
SweetnSugaryKen: lol cool! show me!
OwenFox95: Yes sir.

I froze. Too late. I hit enter. I stared at the screen, and my camera showed my poised, immobile fingers. Maybe he was just as shocked that I’d said it, because his reply took a long time coming.

SweetnSugaryKen: i like that. keep calling me sir from now on.
OwenFox95: Yes sir.

I felt dizzy. He was liking this too much...and so was I. Rationally, I should have been putting a stop to this. Or at the very least, talking to him about this before we went any further. But rational is what I wasn’t, and I didn’t do those things. What I did do was open my bedside drawer and fish out the cuffs, the shoelaces, the two cheap dildos (one that vibrated), and the jelly cock ring, laying them on the desk and adjusting the camera so he could see them. I sat, nervously waiting.

SweetnSugaryKen: wanna do more dares?
OwenFox95: Yes sir.
SweetnSugaryKen: okay, umm…
SweetnSugaryKen: put your paws on your head while I decide.
OwenFox95: Yes sir.

A chirping noise made me jump, until I realised that it was the chat window requesting a voice call from Ken. I bit my lip and stared into the camera, unsure whether I should move my paws from my head to accept it. But then, I thought, what was I thinking? Of course I had to accept it. Quickly, I reached to tap my mouse to open up the call.
	A crackle came from the speakers. Then, Ken’s voice. Cheerful and innocent-sounding. It felt so strange to be hearing his voice while sat there naked, hard, paws on my head, and all at his orders and under his gaze.
	“Hey Owen! How’s it going?”
	I cleared my throat. “Good, sir.”
	A giggle from my speakers. “Sounds weird hearing you say that. But you like it don’t you? I can see that you do!”
	I squeezed my thighs together. There was no hiding it. I nodded.
	“You always been like this?”
	“How do you mean?”
	“Like...kinky and stuff.”
	“Umm. I guess so.”
	“Aww that sucks.”
	“What? Why?”
	“Because we could have done this stuff ages ago! I could have my own regular cock sucker for years!”
	“That’s not…” I trailed off. I wasn’t sure of my own thoughts any more. I was still struggling to believe all this was real.
	“You’d have done it too, wouldn’t ya? Oh man. You’d have sucked my cock every day if I’d asked.”
	“M-maybe.”
	“Go get your phone.”
	I swivelled my chair and fetched it from the bed. I held it up in front of the camera.
	“Still got my dick in there?”
	“Yeah.”
	“Good. Get the picture on the screen.”
	I tapped my way to it. I could feel the heat in my ears. I heard him chuckle.
	“Aww, you’re blushing. Put your phone down on your desk and get...umm...that toy. The rubber cock. The pink one.”
	My blush got hotter. I lifted up the rubbery phallus. Bought on a whim, rarely used. Too much of a wuss to use it much. The other one, the one that vibrated, well that was a different story. It was smaller, and felt oh so good…
	“Lick it.”
	“What?”
	“Hold it up, and look at my cock on the phone...and lick that dildo like it’s my cock!”
	I made a noise that could only be described as a strangled squeal. I couldn’t blush any more than I already was. Oh god, I could have crawled into a hole. And my cock throbbed. I licked my lips, then lowered my eyes to the screen, staring at his hardon. Instinct took over, and I just didn’t care any more. I parted my lips and panted a single breath against the tip of the rubber, then closed my eyes and sank my lips down around the head of it. I murmured a muffled sigh and suckled gently, swilling my tongue around its tip. I thought about doing this to Ken, smelling his musk, feeling the warmth of his thighs on my cheeks, and I felt my body shiver and relax, and I slid the rubber shaft deeper into my muzzle, worshipping it with my mouth, sliding my mouth back up and leaving it wet, before bobbing back down again.
	“Holy shit. Fuck! That looks so good.”
	I kept my eyes squeezed shut.
	“Is it okay if I record this?”
	I opened my eyes and stared wide-eyed at the camera. What? No! That would be…
	But…
	I closed my eyes again and nodded. I could feel precum beading on my cock, and it was aching for me to touch it. I wanted to paw off...but I wanted more to be knelt in front of Ken. Damn it, why couldn’t he be here? I took a deep breath through my nose and sank all the way down the dildo, nudging its tip against my throat. I squeezed my free paw into a fist and concentrated on breathing calmly, evenly, fighting the gag reflex while I kept the entire thing in my muzzle, showing off a little.
	“Fuuuuuuck.” I heard a metallic clatter through the speakers. The sound of a belt-buckle undoing. “Keep going.”
	I bent forward a little, holding my fist against the desk with the dildo sticking up from it. I bobbed my head on it, slurping my lips in a tight ring around its shaft. Fucking hell, I was giving this dildo the best blowjob ever. I heard Ken breathing through the speakers, unmistakably flustered. Pawing off, probably. Pawing off whilst watching me mouth fuck this dildo. Pawing off while imagining me sucking him. I wanted it so badly! I opened my eyes and stared at the camera, and heard his voice cry out in a gasp of pleasure, followed by panting.
	“O-okay, you can stop,” he gasped. And I knew. He had painted his paw with teenage cum. Oh to be there to lick it all up. I lifted my mouth off the dildo with a wet pop, then sat back in the chair and put my paws back on my head, showing my naked body off again, rather pointedly calling attention to my raging hardon.
	“I’m enjoying this! Two orgasms so far today. I’m almost at your level. Hehe.”
	“Mmmph.” I bit my lip and looked down.
	“Aww, you want to paw too?”
	I nodded like a guilty cub.
	“Ummm…not yet. You can wait a bit more. I should probably get you to lock it up.”
	“What?”
	“You know, like, in a chastity thing.”
	“How do you know about those?”
	“Duh, I’ve got the internet you know. So do you think I should?”
	“Uh...why?”
	“I dunno. So you can concentrate on your uni work?”
	I fidgeted in my chair, fighting to think of something to say. He laughed.
	“Well, and other reasons. You’re really getting off on this aren’t you?”
	I nodded.
	“That’s cool. So, like...does this make me your master or something? That’s how it works isn’t it?”
	I hesitated, then nodded.
	“What, yes it makes me your master, or yes that’s how it works?”
	“Both.”
	“Nice! This is cool. I’ve got an older slave!”
	“Hey, I’m not…”
	“Yeah you are.”
	“I…”
	“In fact, say it. Say you’re my slave.”
	“I’m...I’m your slave.”
	“You’re my slave what?”
	“I’m your slave, sir.”
	“Cool!”
	I heard shuffling noises through the speakers. I sat still, paws on my head, sitting in silence. Had he gone away from the computer? I had a sudden horrified thought of his parents walking in and seeing me like this on camera.
	“Okay, so, I can probably come visit you this weekend. That’d be cool, right?”
	“I’d like that, sir.” Visions of his cock filled my head.
	“So,” he said, voice dripping with sweetness. I could practically see his mischievous grin. “You won’t mind not pawing until then, right?”
	“I...y-yes sir.”
	“Three whole days! Don’t go insane! Hehe.”
	“N-no sir.”
	“Hmm. Can you put the camera somewhere? Like, in the corner of the room, so I can see everything you’re doing? Then you can leave it on all day so I can watch what you’re doing.”
	“I suppose so, sir. But I have lectures, and you have school.”
	“That’s okay. You won’t be pawing off at lectures. And I’ve got my phone.”
	“Huh?”
	“My phone! I can watch your cam on my phone. Cool, huh?”
	“I...I don’t know if that’s a good idea. What if you got caught? I’d get in so much trouble.”
	“Relax. I won’t get caught.”
	I felt an uneasiness in my gut. But my fucking cock wouldn’t quit. If anything, the danger of it all was keeping it hard.
	“O-okay sir.”
	“And any time I want you to paw, I can just order you to. Keep you on edge. Maybe make you play with your toys.”
	“Yes sir.”
	“This is gonna be fun. So...go to your lectures, but come right back here afterwards. And don’t wear any clothes in your room. Stay in your room unless you have to go out, and send me a message to tell me why if you do.”
	“They’ll...the rest of the dorm’s going to think I’m some antisocial recluse.”
	“So? You don’t need them as friends. You’ve got me. I’m all you need.”
	That was...creepy. But sweet. Sweet and creepy. I didn’t know what to think. I curled my toes against the thin carpet and thought about it. Sweet and creepy and...possessive. I guess that made sense, if he was going to be my master. If he was going to own me. I could see this possibly going very badly. But...I didn’t want to stop it.
	“Yes sir,” I breathed.
	His voice went quieter. “We’re still friends, though. I’m not gonna be mean to you.”
	I smiled nervously. “I know, sir.”
	“You’re the coolest, Owen. This weekend’s gonna be so much fun.”
	“Yeah,” I whispered. I glanced down at my cock again.
	He laughed. “No pawing! Okay, I’m gonna play some games. I think you...hmm. I think you should stay sitting right there with your paws on your head. But...put your feet up on the desk so I can see those too.”
	I wheeled the chair back a little and rested my heels up on the desk. It was comfortable, as the chair reclined back a bit. But I could imagine it becoming painful to stay sat still like that for a while.
	“Perfect! Pretty paws. Spread them a little...there, perfect. Can see your cock right between them. Okay, you stay sat just like that. Don’t move until I say you can. Kay?”
	I nibbled my lip and nodded.
	“Good boy! Chat to you later!”
	And there I sat, perfectly still, doing absolutely nothing, waiting for the boredom and aches to set in, wondering why I was obeying this, just for his own wicked pleasure…
	...and then I realised that was the reason why. I closed my eyes and stifled a small moan. I’d never been so horny in my life. I twitched my cock, wondering if I could get myself off that way. But...no. And to try would just tease myself.
	I settled in for the long haul…

He let me stop a couple of hours later, and I fell apart into a slumped mess of aches and pains. My cock had been on a rollercoaster the entire time. It would go soft, but then I would think about my situation and it would spring up hard again in minutes. My shoulders ached, as did my heels from resting on the hard desk. Occasionally, I’d try to get his attention by wiggling my toes or twitching my cock, but I had no way of knowing when he was watching me and when he was playing his game. I was just a toy that he could ignore at whim, and god that was a turnon.
	He let me go to the bathroom, and get some food. And when I got back he had his cam back on, and greeted me with his cheerful smile. Sadly, he was clothed, and the camera only showed his body from the chest upwards.
	“So, what’s uni like?” he said?
	And then it was like old times, and we chatted. And even though I sat there naked for the rest of the evening, we were back to being normal friends, for the time being anyway. And it was nice.

Three days passed ridiculously slowly. And it was torture. Sure enough, he kept me naked in my room. I promised not to paw off when I was out of the room, and even though it would have been easy to cheat, I kinda wanted to obey him. I was so tempted, though; thinking about him when sat on the toilet would get my hard, and I would wrap my fingers around my cock, feeling the heat of my shaft, giving it a squeeze and feeling the aching pleasure. But...I would always stop. Ken wanted me horny and denied, and I wanted to be that for Ken.
	Yeah...I was a little infatuated. Ken wanted to be my master. The mere thought of it made me feel giddy.
	Other than that, things were pretty normal. I’d work at my desk, and the camera would watch me. I’d have no idea if Ken was watching at any point. Occasionally, I’d get a message from him, just as a reminder: he’d be in school, but he was watching, wanted me to paw off a bit for him, no cumming though. I’d always imagine he had slipped off to the school toilets and was pawing off in a stall, enjoying my torturous denial. One time, I got a message from him: in class fukn horny cant stop being hard...prolly gonna paw off right here. teacher cant see hehe. show me your paws. And so I sat there for twenty minutes with my feet up on the desk, paws on my head, wiggling my toes, getting silence from him but knowing that he was sat right there at his desk in the middle of a lesson...pawing himself to a stealthy orgasm in his boxers.
	k u can stop x
	And that was it. He got his enjoyment out of me and he was finished with me. I felt so deliciously used.
	And then saturday finally arrived. And, as ordered, I knelt down in the middle of my room, totally naked, paws on my head, knees spread, staring at my unlocked door and hoping to all holy hell that nobody tried to open it before Ken arrived.

The door handle turned, and the door eased open. My heart pounded, and I gripped my headfur between my fingers. Then Ken’s grinning muzzle peeked around the door.
	“Hi.”
	“Hello,” I said, my throat tight.
	He stepped inside, swinging the door dangerously wide, exposing the mercifully empty hallway beyond, before clicking it shut behind him. I drank in the sight: sweet, pretty sugar glider Ken, his small body drowning in his baggy jeans and thick hoodie. He looked out of breath. Probably sweating a little. He shucked off his backpack and tossed it onto my bed.
	“Phew! The train took ages!”
	He kicked off his trainers and flopped into my chair. He slouched down in it, legs spread, paws on the arm rests, and stared at me with a big grin. I avoided his gaze, feeling so awkward. I couldn’t will my cock soft even if I wanted to.
	“So,” he said. He swung the chair side to side a few inches. Then, he wheeled it closer and pressed one socked paw against my thigh. It felt slightly damp, and I could smell his foot musk. He wiggled his toes.
	“So,” he repeated. “Nervous?”
	I nodded, finally managing to look at him. His grin both reassured and unnerved me at the same time. How on earth that made sense, I didn’t know.
	“Take my socks off for me.”
	I moved my paws from my head.
	“Ah! No, keep them there. Use your teeth.”
	I looked up at his grin and felt a whimper on my lips. I think my humiliated arousal was obvious. He shuffled backwards and leaned forward, almost losing my balance. I kept my paws on my head and struggled my way down, folding my body up in a foetal position to reach my mouth down to his feet. He wiggled his toes as I brought my lips to them, rubbing the moist, sweaty cotton against them. I felt my cock surge. He wasn’t the only one who liked paws. I gripped some of the loose toe sock between my teeth and tugged, shuffling back until I had peeled the whole thing off his paw.
	“Mmm, that feels good. Next one.”
	He lifted that paw up for me, which made it easier. I tugged it off the same way. Then, without orders, and with his sock still hanging from my lips, I stroked my nose against his sweaty pawpad and inhaled deeply, exhaling with a shudder.
	“Oh you like that, huh?”
	I nodded, feeling ashamed, but not caring.
	“Lick it.”
	I dropped the sock. No hesitation. I pressed my tongue against his heel and stroked it all the way up to his toes, tasting the salty musky sweat. He clenched his toes over my nose and held me there. Oh god, this was heaven. I looked up at his smile. He had his paw down the front of his jeans, and his crotch was lazily bobbing.
	“Do them both.” He reached over and gripped the edge of my bedside table, dragging it over in front of me, spilling my lamp and framed photo of my parents off of it. I didn’t care. He put his heels up on it, and both of his sexy teen soles were pointed right at me. Right then, he looked so young, and the taboo of this entire situation never felt stronger. My cock throbbed as my tongue touched his skin again. And that was it. I became an animal, just instinctively lapping away, drinking up all of that musky, sweaty taste as if I were an addict and this was my drug.
	I could feel his eyes on me, and I felt the shifting of his paw in his lap. I wanted to open my eyes and watch him. But...I felt that I might finally lose control of myself and I wouldn’t be able to stop my paw from reaching down into my lap to stroke myself.
	“Fuck that feels good.” The chair creaked as he reclined back into it. “Can’t wait to feel that tongue on my cock.”
	I answered him by bathing his wet sole with the hot breath of my moan.
	“If you do a good job, I might even let you cum.”
	I whined against his toes.
	“I’ve got something in my bag for you. A present for my slave. Wanna guess what it is?”
	I opened my eyes. I nearly spurted right then. I gripped my fingers tight into my headfur, until my scalp screamed with pain. I suckled on his big toe.
	“A chastity,” he breathed. I closed my eyes and groaned, shaking, and felt precum bead at the tip of my cock.
	“Mmm, knew you’d like that.” The clink of his belt. I looked again. And there it was, in the flesh: his hard cock, standing up proud from the open fly of his jeans. I could smell his teenage musk. I felt dizzy, and my mouth watered. I wanted it in my mouth right now. His paw gripped in a ring around the base of his shaft and slowly eased up to the tip, milking a shiny droplet of precum from the tip. I wanted it...I wanted to suck his teenage cock.
	“Come here,” he said, pointing the the floor between his propped up legs. I shuffled over on my knees, paws still on my head, probably looking a bit comical. I ducked down under his leg and pressed my head up between his thighs. I couldn’t keep my paws on my head; there wasn’t enough room. So I clasped them together behind my back, and he didn’t comment, so I guessed he must have approved.
	“Suck it,” he whispered. I’d dreamed of this moment. I fixed my gaze on his cock, right there in front of my nose. I took a deep breath, then parted my lips, right above his leaking tip. And in the next moment I had it in my mouth, that warm, smooth flesh, sliding up into the wetness of my mouth, his rich tasty precum mixing with my saliva. Down and down I went, feeling his cock run along my tongue, until my nose plunged into the damp muskiness of his sweaty fur. I inhaled deeply, and massaged his cock with my throat. Heaven.
	I saw the white flash through my eyelids, and I opened my eyes to see his phone pointed at me. Another flash, and I squealed through his cock. I started to move my head back up, but then his paw pressed onto the top of my head and held me there.
	“Just...stay there. Let me cherish this.” He squeezed his thighs against my cheeks and petted the top of my head, while my breath wheezed through my nose, whilst I fought to keep from gagging, whilst I fought to stop myself pawing while his scent drove me mad with lust. “Mmmm, my first ever blowjob. I’m glad it’s you doing it.”
	I felt a perverted warm pride at that. The corners of my mouth twitched up into a smile, and I gave his cock a strong suckle.
	“Fuck me that felt good! D-do it again!”
	So...I did. And again, and again. He moved his paw away and unclenched his thighs, and I took it as a cue to start bobbing my head. I ignored the ache in my jaw, and ignored my own lust, and concentrated on giving my young friend the best first blowjob ever. And when his cum pumped into my throat and dribbled down over my tongue, my moan of satisfaction joined his gasping cries of pleasure. Gently, I eased my mouth off his shaft before he could get uncomfortable with overstimulation, gave his leaking tip a last lick, then sat back on my heels, feeling happy.
	I wasn’t expecting him to suddenly leap forward off the chair, sending it wheeling back, dropping to his knees in front of me, grabbing my cheeks and pressing his mouth against mine! I gasped in surprise, and his tongue invaded my open mouth. I felt it dancing against mine. I felt it lapping at the residue of his own cum.
	He parted first, still holding my cheeks, pressing his forehead against mine. He was panting, flustered.
	“Mmm, my first kiss,” he breathed.
	I swallowed, stunned, totally beyond words. He moved back a bit and focussed on me, concern appearing in his eyes.
	“You okay?” he said.
	I smiled. “Yes, sir.”
	“Haha...no, I mean, are you okay?”
	“Yeah. Just a little surprised by that is all.”
	He licked his lips and pulled himself back up into the chair, placing his bare paws onto my thighs. He tickled at the side of my balls with his toe. “Yeah, well. Who knows, maybe I’m gay too? I don’t know yet. That was a good first kiss, though. Oh wow...I got my first blowjob before my first kiss! That’s messed up.”
	I smiled, and leaned forward towards his cock. His paw pressed against my forehead, stopping me.
	“Not yet. Lemme rest. Gimme a footrub.”
	“Yes sir!”

It was nice. He relaxed and I relaxed. He let his cock rest out of his open jeans, totally at ease with himself, and looked around my room while I worked my fingers over his paws. He asked me about my posters, about my coursework, just passing the time really. At some point he picked up my fluffy pawcuffs and toyed with them, ratchetting them open and closed, testing the key. I watched every movement, and he eventually noticed me staring.
	“Don’t worry, you’ll be wearing them soon.”
	I bit my lip and smiled, looking back down, and massaged his feet even more firmly.
	“You ever been fucked?”
	That question came out of nowhere! I stopped massaging for a second.
	“Uh, not yet sir.”
	“I see.” And that was it. He didn’t seem to be about to elaborate. He just carried on playing with the cuffs, wiggling his toes against my rubbing fingers. I imagined I knew what he was thinking about though. I shivered, imagining it…losing my virginity to him. Having him lose his to me.
	“Let’s go out!” he said, dropping his paws off my thighs and standing up. He started stuffing his cock back into his jeans and doing them back up.
	“Huh?”
	“Let’s go out. Show me your campus.”
	“Uh, okay. I’ll get dressed.”
	“Alright. You do that.” He held his paw out, and he was holding my dildo, the smaller one...the one that vibrates. “Wear this.”
	“W-wear it?”
	“Inside you,” he said, grinning. “With it turned on.”
	I looked at him with an expression of...well, awe. It was amazing how easily he was taking to this. I could feel myself crumbling in the face of his wicked imagination. I took the toy from him.
	“Yes sir…”

I felt sure people could see my hardon. And if they couldn’t, they could definitely see the growing patch of precum that was soaking through my jeans. And the buzzing noise from my rear was deafening to me. Surely people could hear it! But Ken sat across from me in the booth, grinning from ear to ear, eating his hamburger and delighting in my squirming.
	“Horny?” he said.
	“Yeah.”
	“Not gonna eat your nuggets?”
	I picked one up and nibbled on it. My blush strengthened. He had bought me a kids meal, complete with toy. He did it on purpose.
	“My feet are tired,” he said. “Your campus is huge. Here, rub them for me.” He kicked off his trainers under the table and scooted down in his seat. Then his paws pushed their way onto my lap, rubbing either side of my trapped hardon. I tensed up.
	“People might see!”
	“So? What do you care? You’re just out rubbing with your boyfriend, rubbing his paws. Nothing weird about that.”
	“Boyfriend?”
	“That’s what they’ll think.” He took a bite and chewed, watching me. “Anything wrong with that?”
	I shook my head quickly. I swallowed the rest of the chicken nugget and reached down with both paws to stroke over his toes. He wiggled them against my hardon, and I stifled a groan, clenching down on the cruel vibrator buzzing inside me.
	“Don’t have your paws free to eat your food, though,” he said. “You’ll have to pick them up with your mouth.”
	I shot him a dirty look, then leant down to grip another nugget between my teeth, sitting back up and sucking it into my mouth to chew it. My ears burned.
	“Hehe. That was cute.” He took another bite and started to stroke his big toes against the head of my cock. The damp fabric massaged it, and I started to tremble. I was getting close.
	“I was thinking,” he said. Then he took another bite.
	“Hmm?” I said, mouth full.
	“Well, if you were my boyfriend, then I wouldn’t have to make up reasons to visit you so often, and nobody would think it was weird for me to keep turning up here. They’d just be like, oh that’s Owen’s boyfriend, he’s here all the time.”
	“Uh, okay.”
	“And my parents would be cool with it. I mean, you’re older than me and all, but we’ve been friends for like forever, so it wouldn’t be weird. They wouldn’t think you’re some creepy predator or something.”
	My stomach was doing leaps. It all sounded so rational, but so...pragmatic. Like it would just be convenient, and that was the only reason. I squeezed his paws and sat rigid, while he took another bite of his burger. That mouthful seemed to last a lifetime for me.
	“Plus…” He put his burger down and looked at me, and his stare was suddenly so vulnerable that it totally knocked me off guard. His voice became quiet and unsteady. “I kinda like the idea of going out with you. What do you think?”
	My first attempt to speak came out as a strangled squeak. I coughed and nodded. “Y-yeah...I’d like that.”
	He squeezed his toes against my cock. I never imagined this would be how my first relationship would start. “Great,” he whispered. “Get your phone out.”
	“What? Why?” I did as he asked.
	“Make it official.” He pointed at my phone. “Status, in a relationship.” His smile was so...so giddy and infectious. It wasn’t a grin. He was like the kid I knew, before all this naughtiness. It was so easy to forget he was still there under it all: my friend Ken, who under the bravado was always still so sweet and sugary.
	I felt heat prickle under my fur. He was serious. And so, while he watched, I logged in, got into my profile settings...and with a couple more taps I told the world that I was now in a relationship with Ken.
	I put the phone down on the table. He smiled at me. He had his phone in his paw, and when I looked he turned the screen to face me, and there was his profile too, with his own update confirming it. And right as I was watching, a “like” appeared, and a comment from Katie, a mutual friend back home: I knew it! haha! congrats you two! <3
	He put his phone down next to mine and picked his burger back up. “Finish your nuggets...boyfriend.”

I squirmed on the bed, pulling at the cuffs that fixed my wrists to the headboard. Ken was knelt astride my thighs. I watched him with nervous dread.
	“Ready?” he said.
	“N-no…can’t I cum first?”
	“Nope! Maybe after I’ve fucked you.” He grinned. “Whenever that is…”
	“Mmmph!”
	He lowered the icepack to my cock and wrapped it around it. I gasped sharply and tilted my head back. It took all my willpower to stop myself from crying out. “MMMPHH!”
	“Shh, just relax. Let it go soft.” He giggled.
	I thrashed on the bed a little, not trying to throw him off or stop him; just to show my displeasure. I think he enjoyed it, though: his own cock was hard again, still wet with my saliva from sucking him off just a few minutes ago. Cruel, cruel master; fucking my face and then doing this…
	It took forever. At least, it felt like it. But he finally got my cock limp. He dropped the icepack onto my tummy, making me gasp, and left it there while he fished the box out from his backpack.
	“This cost a fortune, Owen. I hope you appreciate it.”
	I answered with a whimper. Yeah...I kinda did, even though I knew what it was going to do to me.
	He opened up the box and lifted it out: I knew exactly what it was. I’d seen the exact same device on websites many times, and I had often fantasised about getting one. And yeah, I knew it cost a fortune. It was a work of art. A chrome-plated in-sheath chastity device: a cruelly small capped tube to sit snug over the cock...my cock...inside the sheath, with cage bars that went up and around the outside of the sheath, leading to a locking ring that fitted snugly behind my balls.
	I moaned softly, and started to get hard again. Ken had to press the ice pack back against my sheath and quickly swap it for the chastity, pushing it down into my sheath and trapping my cock before it could swell up again. God it was tight. I turned my head into my arm and whimpered into my fur, trying not to think of horny things, trying not to get hard.
	“There,” he said, accompanied by a click. He lifted up a key and grinned. I lifted my head and looked down. There was my cock, locked away snug and secure, with a shiny chrome padlock resting atop the entire affair. A padlock locked by my master...my boyfriend.
	Ken lifted a thin chain from the box and threaded it through the hole in the key, then lifted it up to his neck. It was a necklace! 
“How’s it look?”
	“B-beautiful.”
	“Hehe. Gay.” He stroked the key between his thumb and finger, and with his other paw he gave a fondle and squeeze to my trapped sheath. “How’s it feel?”
	“Tight.”
	“Not pinching? Hurting?”
	I shook my head.
	“Looking forward to wearing it all the time? No more pawing off without your boyfriend?”
	He was saying that word a lot. I think it was because I kept nibbling my lip every time he said it. It gave me goosebumps. It meant I was his, completely and utterly. He had staked his claim on me. And...he was making it known that I was his too. I loved it. I really did.
	And...I loved the chastity too. I was probably going to hate it too. But, when I looked at that wicked grin of his as he toyed with it, and at the hardon he was sporting mere minutes after cumming down my throat...I knew that it was so worth it.
	“Y-yeah, I’m looking forward to it.”
	He patted my tummy and picked the ice pack up, tossing it across to my desk. He shuffled up my body, knees either side of me, until he was sat on my chest, with his cock hanging over my muzzle.
	“My parents said I can stay overnight. They’re gonna think we’re shagging. They saw my profile change. They said congratulations. Isn’t that cool?”
	I bit my lip and nodded. Yeah...it was.
	“They won’t know about this, though,” he said, reaching back to poke at my chastity. I whined. My cock was trying to swell up, and already it was hurting in such a thrilling way...which only made it worse.
	“Mmmph!”
	“I bet everyone will  think you’re the one fucking me, being older and all. I bet they’ll have no idea that you’re my little slave toy!”
	I blushed, looking up at him. I opened my mouth and tried to reach up to his cock. He just rose up and kept it out of my reach. I whined.
	“Heh! So eager! Wanna suck it?”
	“Uhuh!”
	“Wanna suck it more than you wanna cum tonight?”
	I whimpered...but nodded. God he was cruel.
	“Good boy!” He rested his rump back onto my chest and I wasted no time in closing my lips around the head of his cock again, closing my eyes and suckling it. It wouldn’t be long before he was pounding it into my throat again. I felt his paw on my cheek, petting, caressing. I was in heaven.

Thank god for dare chess!