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ERROL

T he next weekend, I’m both apprehensive and eager as I walk into the spare bedroom-turned-playroom. Ran trains his eyes on my crotch as he asks, “Remember how you said you wanted to be a horny little slut who would cream your panties just thinking about my dick splitting you open?”

When he chuckles, I realize he was ogling me so he could watch my cock snap to attention at his words. “I got you a couple of things to help make that happen. I figure we could start playing around with them now.” He smirks.

“Consider it a punishment for making both of your holes unavailable to me while those piercings heal. How many weeks do we have to wait again? Because this is already torture,” he grumbles, palming his cock.

I think he’s just teasing, seeing as how the piercings were his ideas in the first place. He hands me a small black box. I look down, catching my tongue —carefully — between my teeth as I do.

The piercing there hurt a lot less than I expected, actually.

It was mostly just bizarre and a little creepy to feel the metal sliding through the meat of my tongue.

I have to wear an extra- long bar in it while it heals to accommodate the swelling, but I should be able to switch out to a shorter, less cumbersome one in a few weeks, the piercer assured me.

Since it’s only been a few days, it’s still a little sore.

So I haven’t been talking much. Like the old days.

Ran flashes me a grin. “Wait, before you open the box —can I see?” I roll my eyes at him but play along, opening my mouth and putting my tongue out for him.

I assume the novelty will wear off soon, but since I’ve gotten my tongue pierced, Ran has asked me at least half a dozen times to show him.

I feign annoyance, but the eagerness of his lust tickles me.

“So fucking hot, Babydoll,” he murmurs. The hungry gleam in his eye sends another pulse of heat into my cock. I shift a little uncomfortably as the movement tugs at my underwear, brushing against my other new piercing.

It’s been a little bit trickier navigating that one. At Ran’s insistence, I actually took a few days off work. I thought it was overkill, but now that I’ve got a stainless steel ring running through the skin of my taint, I’m glad I relented.

I look down at the box in my hands. We talked about this, so I kind of know what it’s going to be. Still, there’s a horny trepidation buzzing through me. I open it and take out the stainless steel cock cage inside.

I eye it warily before raising a brow in Ran’s direction. He grins again. When I glance down, I can see his hard-on growing rapidly in his pants. I shake my head with a little smirk.

“I went back and forth between this and a pink silicone one,” Ran says. He gives me a predatory leer as he rakes a smoldering gaze over my body.

Fuck . When did my best friend turn into such a hot, cocky dominant? I bite my lip, wanting to save the still-uncomfortable act of talking for the important stuff.

“Do you like this one, though?” he asks, indicating the cold steel device resting in my palm. “I researched it and this one should fit you, but if it’s uncomfortable, if it pinches or hurts or anything, please let me know. OK?”

“Mm-hmm,” I nod. My cheeks flush as I look down at my swollen cock. “So turned on —gotta get it to go down so you can put it on,” I mumble.

He makes a clicking sound with his tongue and shakes his head in mock reproach. “Don’t tell me I need to put it in the freezer first,” he teases.

My inhale is a hiss. The noise that escapes my lips is wordless and needy as I look up at the heat blazing in Ran’s beautiful hazel eyes. “I can’t wait to see you wearing this for me,” he says, his voice husky.

I nod and shut my eyes, trying to will my cock to settle down and trying my damndest not to think about what’s in store for me. Once I’m soft, it only takes a minute or two before my cock is trapped inside that metal cage. Ran gives me a wicked smirk as he locks it in place.

The prospect of not getting a hard-on or coming for the next four weeks —when my tongue piercing should be healed enough that I’ll be able to give Ran’s cock attention again — is a little scary.

But I’d be lying if I said I also wasn’t turned-on as hell at the prospect of being at the mercy of Ran’s goodwill — edged, denied and caged.

And plugged. Can’t forget about that. Although I’ve amassed a decent collection of toys over the years, Ran said he had a particular one in mind he was going to order.

Now, with that same wicked smile, he hands me another small box. My dick pulses—and is immediately stopped from getting hard by the confines of the cage. The sensation makes me squirm, which seems to amuse him.

I take a silicone butt plug out of the box and turn it over in my hand. It’s not the shape — or size —I was expecting. “Kinda big, isn’t it?” I mumble.

“ Pfft .” Ran waves away my objection. “I’m sure you’ve taken way bigger.

And this one’s —the shape of it is designed to stimulate your prostate.

I did a bunch of research that said this was the best toy for that.

” Between the size, the shape and the fact that I’ll be wearing this at the same time as my cock is trapped in stainless steel with not even a prayer of getting hard —my heart starts beating a little faster.

And then this obscene thing in my palm starts vibrating. I yelp in surprise, which makes Ran laugh. He flips around his phone to show me the screen. “ And it’s app-controlled. So I don’t have to be within remote-control range to change it up on you.”

I’m not sure what kind of expression I make in response to this piece of news, but his grin widens.

“Fuck, you look hot like this,” he breathes, running his fingers over the metal bars. “So sexy that you want me to keep this big dick locked up.” When he reaches behind the cage to fondle my balls, I can’t hold back a little sound.

When his eyes snap to mine, I’m surprised to see anxiety in them. “Are you sure you’re OK with this?”

God, I love him so much. He’s got that dominant energy that satisfies my craving to submit, but he’s still my best friend who always looks out for me.

None of my encounters with doms I met online were ever this tender.

Some were definitely hot, but a lingering wariness always kept me from fully letting go.

With Ran, it’s different. It’s weird to think, but I’ve never felt as safe or as cared for as I do right now, with a cold metal cage around my cock, a steel barbell through my tongue and a ring running through my taint.

I nod. “Mm-hmm.” The uncharacteristic tentativeness in his expression doesn’t change, though, until I lean over and brush his lips with mine. At that, his face lights up with that grin I love so much it makes me ache.

He glances down between my legs again. “Would you try out the plug?”

“Now?”

“Yeah. I want to see what it’s like when you’re wearing that with the cage.” Ran looks at me, eyes hooded, as he reaches down and palms his cock through his jeans. “Maybe I want to see you in just a little bit of pain.”

I can’t hold back a whimper as Ran’s words send my cock surging against the bars of that cage again. “Fuck,” I murmur. He grins as he reaches for his belt buckle.

“I know you can’t blow me right now, but maybe you could give me a hand,” he says. He pulls off his T-shirt and slides down his pants. His hard cock bobs up as soon as he frees it from his underwear.

The ache in my balls melds with the discomfort from those two piercings into a wonderful haze of something that’s not quite pleasure but not far off, either. My dick trying to get hard sends my body into a feedback loop from desire to denial and back again. It’s a little heady.

I realize I should pay attention because Ran is saying something. “Go get undressed. Put on one of the sexy pairs of underwear you have —I think a thong would be hot. I want to see the base of that plug filling your ass.” Settling onto the bed, he studies me for a minute. “And Babydoll?”

“Hmm?”

“I know you kind of had to be standing to get the cage on, but remember what I said about you coming in here?”

Hands and knees . The thought sends another futile pulse into my dick. I nod in response, keeping my mouth shut to hold in a sound of need.

“Oh, one more thing,” he says as I turn to go. “Bring the lube back in with you.” When I frown a little, I think he guesses what I’m thinking, because his face breaks into a devilish smile. “I’m sure you can figure out a way to carry it.”

A few minutes later, Ran lets out a groan and slides his hand over his cock in long, slow strokes as he watches me return.

When I get to the doorway, I get down on my hands and knees, the display of submission sending a hot, constricted pulse of arousal to my trapped dick.

I whine around the cap of the bottle of lube, which I grip with my teeth as I crawl across the floor to him.