Thread: What Are Friends For? (Phenomenon)

View Name Niko Age 23 Appearance Position Tops from the bottom Aka The key holder Bio A junior university student with a major in chemistry, Niko is smarter than he lets on. The young man has a tendency to play coy and even act the fool on occasion, only to turn around and stun his peers, professors, and competition with a surprising brilliance in his chosen field... But is a true dunce in just about every other subject. He enjoys a good bar hop and can flirt with the best of them, dawning a sweet, sparkling smile and a honey suckle voice to find a bed mate for the night. He's been called a bit of a fop and a slut. He happily accepts the compliments. ---- English.... he hated English. It was the same thing every year and had been since grade school. Learning and relearning grammar lessons and writing essay and research papers with the sole purpose of showing he could. Niko actually enjoyed writing scientific research, it got his blood pumping and gave him a thrill almost nothing could match! But this was just tedious. Soft fingertips hadn't moved on the keyboard for at least ten minutes now, and a moronic expression marred the young man's face as he stared absently at the near empty word document open on his laptop. This paper was supposed to be on whales or something... He'd pulled the topic out of a hat, as did the rest of his class. This is so stupid, Niko groaned before sliding his hands off onto the desk before lifting them up into his long, puffy hair. It was held up high in a ponytail, accenting his already feminine features in a lovely way. As a child he'd hated them, but as an adult he'd learned to not only accept his appearance, but embrace it. He used it to his advantage quite often. In fact there were more than a few skirts hidden away in his dresser. Slim digits ran through the soft green hair, lifting it up then letting it fall back over his neck, then he laced his fingers together under the ponytail to cradle his skull while he stared up at the wall. The good student in him had Niko imagining the aquatic mammals he was meant to write about going over mating habits and migratory patterns... But they didn't last long. Stretching out his long, slender legs the man honed in on the ticking of his clock, and a silly little smile curled his lips when he glanced at the time. His roommate would be home soon, so the mental imagery took a hard turn onto him instead. They had been best friend's since his freshman year of high school, and they were more than close. They shared secrets they couldn't with anyone else. His friend knew all about the cross dressing he became such a fan of, and Niko was made aware of a very interesting addiction. Most people had addictions to alcohol, cigarettes, drugs. This was vastly different. His friend just couldn't stop masturbating. A soft, plush lower lip was pinched by a pearly white canine tooth while Niko resisted a squeal. He remembered listening to his best buddy jerking off in the room next to his. He wouldn't deny using it as material for himself now and then. But what had his heart rate picking up now was something just so much better, because he had been asked to help stop such behavior, and he had agreed. That was a few days ago. Niko sat up, saved his paper, and shut down his laptop for the night. He had to get ready for his roommates return. He couldn't wait to see the state his friend was in because the solution to his problem had been a little unorthodox. Niko had purchased him a chastity cage, and so far, at 8pm when his friend arrived home from work or class, Niko would rub and pleasure him to insanity through the cage, bringing him to the edge of release over and over and over. Now, when was the last time he'd been able to cum? Was that two or three days ago? He couldn't remember, it had been a very busy week for him, though he had no doubt that one of them was counting the seconds. With a quiet hum, Niko left his desk to undress. His clothes were tossed in the hamper, and with a squeal he simply couldn't suppress he pulled open his favorite drawer to pick out an outfit for the night. It was only a few minutes before he was sitting up on the kitchen table with a honey sweet smile while he watched the door. His legs were crossed with black stocking clad feet twitching up and down with impatience. His hands pressed down between his legs, pinning the blue plaid skirt to the table. This was one of his favorite outfits the pure white blouse really brought out the slight color in his usually pale skin. Come home soon, he cooed to himself. I want to play with you lots. Last edited Jul 18, 2019