josh and ren created by skully
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"Don't think about him. He's a jerk. He's a selfish homophobe. He's everything you hate in a guy."

Ren let out a frustrated sigh. No matter what his brain tried to tell him, there was no denying that Joshua Mercer, the swimming superstar, lay next to him, fat cock erect and on full display as it enjoyed the blissful escape from slavery that was sleep. There was no denying that Josh, even taken down several pegs by his slavery, was one of the most unpleasant, entitled assholes Ren had ever met, but he was also asleep, and a sleeping Josh meant a Josh that wouldn’t bully him for staring hungrily at his perfect body, drinking in every inch of champion athlete musculature.

His hand reached automatically, hopefully between his legs and was met with metal. His cage. Out of all the things Master Slithar had done to him, this was one of the worst. His cock ached as it bulged against its prison, confused even after all this time because it was unable to form the erection it so desperately craved.

Master Slithar made him keep track. It had been 46 days since Ren had last been allowed to cum. Maybe even 47, if he had been awake into the early morning. 47 days since he had last seen his own cock.

He thought about begging his master for the chance to cum, to offer any number of demeaning services in exchange for it, but he knew it would be useless to say anything. Ren wasn’t about to forget that he was supposed to be unlocked over two weeks ago, and asking had only gotten Master Slithar to extend his chastity by a full month. A shudder passed through his body at the memory of it, his innocent, hopeful question crushed by the sadistic dragon who now controlled every aspect of his life.

Josh’s cock twitched. Whatever dream the otter was having, it must have been a good one. A stupid, blissful expression crossed Josh’s face, his rudder wagging, surely at the thought of being serviced by one of his hundreds of female fans, possibly joined by his girlfriend. Ren knew exactly what kind of douchebag Josh was. Nothing was more unfair than Josh being allowed to keep his cock free, throbbing and huge, thicker and longer than Ren could ever hope to be and mere inches from his thigh...

Ren whimpered softly as he realized his mouth was watering. He needed sleep. He had been in the cage for too long. He was just anxious. It wasn’t that he was hungry for the bigger otter’s cock. Not at all. He wasn’t the sex-addicted slut the masters said he was. After all, he wanted to escape more than anything, not to suck Josh Mercer’s huge, warm, perfect cock...

“I don’t want it. It’s just the chastity talking. Don’t think about Josh…”

His mind kept a constant stream of talk as he pawed uselessly at his caged dick. Josh moaned blissfully in his sleep. The sounds of movement reached his ears, and he knew that meant the servants were awake and starting their morning chores.

Day 47.

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