Please ignore any spelling mistakes in this, I wanted to post it before I had to leave for work work and it hasn't been proofread by anyone yet.

Seto Kaiba was the master of self-bondage. Hell, he ought to be with seven years of experience under his belt. Over the years he had perfected each of the more well-known techniques, even invented his own, and hid his release methods so well it was as if a partner had done it for him. The rope always bit into his skin amazingly, holding him tight, forcing him into position and leaving him at the mercy of time. Despite the guaranteed release when he was done playing, the back up plans he set in place and the emergency precautions, his knots became so tight over the years it genuinely didn't feel like he was binding alone anymore. The only thing missing was another person to share the experience with and test his limits further; otherwise he'd be content to masturbate himself to blindness.

Thinking of this as he climbed to the second floor of his mansion, he tried to imagine how he might incorporate his favorite bondage positions with whatever type of homework Malik had assigned him. He was smart enough to know that those instructions and "tools" Malik had slipped in his bag would be sex toys and a guide for what Malik wanted him to do with them, and he grew excited the more he thought about what they might be, and what position would be the best to use them in.

Mokuba had left for class and he'd warned his servants not to disturb him unless it was an emergency. Even so, Seto locked his door automatically, a habit he'd developed since putting locks on his door after Gozaburo died.

The bag Malik gave him was sitting innocently on the corner of his bed, thankfully looking untouched and undisturbed by the maid who'd brought it up here. Seto grabbed it up and eagerly dug through his dirty clothes, finding a small black box. It was similar to the other small black box he had seen Malik with before they'd discussed their limits but, whereas that one was flat square, the one Seto held now was about the size of a tissue box. It was textured to resemble leather on the outside, and Seto found himself smirking at the appropriateness of the design.

Lifting the lid, Seto found it hard to contain his excitement as he pushed aside the purple tissue paper to reveal his "gift", already working through different scenarios and bondage positions depending on what awaited him in the box. Though, that fell through the he saw just what sat inside.

He'd expected butt plugs or dildos, maybe a cock ring or some nipple clamps –hell, some latex underwear was more predictable than…this.

At first, Seto didn't recognize it and couldn't make sense of the odd plastic contraption. It was a hollow tube, shaped like a flaccid penis with a wide slit at the tip, holes cut along the sides at equal intervals, and a ring at the base of it. It wasn't until he saw the padlock keeping it all together did he finally realize what it was.

"A chastity device*?" Even speaking to himself he sounded incredulous, on the verge of irritated. Here he was all excited for some new toys he could work into his usual self-bondage routine, already hard from imagining himself using said toys, and now he had to trap his dick inside a plastic cage for who knew how long? Not that he would have complained any other time –he did enjoy orgasm denial* from time to time, and had a chastity device of his own, though the one he owned was made of metal rings. It had just been the build-up, getting excited for all the devious ways he thought Malik would make him masturbate.

With a sigh, he glanced at the bulge in the pants Malik had loaned him. He wouldn't be getting into the device anytime soon; as hard as he was he'd just end up hurting himself if he tried. Setting the device aside he sat on the edge of the bed, taking the rest of the tissue paper out as if he hoped there was more underneath. Unsurprisingly, he found no other toys, but he did find a black envelope. Malik's instructions. Cracking the wax seal, he pulled out the folded paper inside.

The first thing he noticed as he studied the paper was that Malik's handwriting was terrible. Seto supposed he couldn't fault Malik for that, he knew Japanese was his second language, but that didn't make the messy hiragana characters any easier to read. Eventually he did make sense of it, and was able to reread it without pausing to try and decipher a word.

My pet, your Master wants you to wear this chastity device until the next time we meet. Know this; it is not a punishment. Think of it as delayed gratification. I can't have you desensitizing yourself to stimulation by masturbating all week, after all, and I want you nice and sensitive for our next play date. With that said, every night before you fall asleep, I want you to think of me. Imagine me tracing my fingertips over your skin, and biting your neck just how you like it, and kissing your lips. But most of all, I want you to imagine me with my lips and tongue on your starved-for-attention cock, sucking you off after going so long without even the smallest touch.

Under no circumstances are you allowed to cum, or take off the device in order to masturbate. I've included one of the keys for emergencies –and no, blue balls are not an emergency! I trust you to see this through to the end and if you fail this 'assignment', I'll introduce you to my dungeon. I promise it will all be worth it.

Seto bit his lip as he finished reading over the note a second time. His erection had gone away while he was deciphering Malik's crude handwriting the first time, but now it was back full force, happy as ever to stand at attention just at the thought of Malik using that wicked mouth on him. He cursed and looked at the cock cage, wondering how on Earth he was going to survive the next week with his balls intact.

Aside from having to deal with the erections that followed his mandatory daydreams about Malik and having to sit to pee to keep from dribbling on himself, having to walk around with the plastic restraint on his dick was the worst thing about this entire assignment. He was always very aware of the weight situated between his legs, tugging at his sensitive skin with each step he took, and even when he wasn't hard all of his thoughts strayed to his penis sooner or later. He had never been so hyper-aware of his own dick before this; he was focused on it all the time, and yet it was useless to him now. He wanted to fuck everything, but he could fuck nothing. His balls were practically perpetually swollen.

If this had been a punishment, Seto would never disobey again.

Seto sat at his desk, legs spread far wider than he usually had them to accommodate the cage. Even though he had experience with self-inflicted orgasm denial and chastity devices, he'd never worn his own device for longer than a day, and he'd never bothered with obligatory daydreams for the sole purpose of denying himself a quick wank and an orgasm. He knew in the end when Malik got to him it would all be worth it, but for right now the only silver lining was just that; meeting up again on Saturday and Malik finally taking the cage off of him.

When Seto had sent him a text complaining about his trapped cock on the first day, Malik had only replied with a short video of himself going down on a dildo. An obvious reminder of Seto's reward if he did as he was told and kept it on all week, but it had just made him hard again and somehow the plastic cage was more unrelenting and uncomfortable than his metal one, pressing around his swollen flesh to the point he wondered if it was too small. So he avoided mentioning his penis again.

And god, it was only Tuesday! He wouldn't be meeting with Malik for another four days! Seto had incredible willpower, but even he humored the idea of cheating and rubbing a quick one in the shower. He didn't, because he didn't want to disappoint Malik, but he'd thought about it.

Even his work suffered. Usually he was able to ignore whatever was on his mind long enough to focus on his paperwork, but with his mind so preoccupied with his dick he couldn't help but lose focus, make typos, stamp the wrong papers and misfile records. Half of him thought about taking a four day vacation, just to avoid as many mistakes as possible, but that would just make it worse. Without something to occupy his mind, he'd just sit at home, staring at his trapped and useless cock.

Not the ideal situation.

A knock on the door surprised him, and his secretary reminded him that he had a business meeting with the representatives of Vision Enterprises in a little less than an hour. With his mind preoccupied as it had been the last few days, it had completely slipped his mind, and he immediately began rummaging through the scattered files stacked on his desk to find his notes for the meeting.

Not the ideal situation at all.

Malik and Ryou didn't have a chance to talk until Wednesday night. On Sunday Malik had gone right back to sleep after seeing Seto off, complaining about how early it was. When he woke up that afternoon, Ryou had left to get groceries, and Malik spent his free time working on some side mechanic jobs. He was still at the garage when Ryou got home and didn't see him head to bed early, his late nights catching up to him. Monday and Tuesday, Ryou was still asleep when Malik went to work, and had gone to work himself before Malik got home. Thankfully they both had Wednesday off, and were finally able to catch each other at dinner.

They caught up on each other's work and social lives. Aside from the same old-same old of rotating stock and price checking, Ryou had the extreme pleasure of getting his hair pulled on not once, but twice by two different teenagers who seemed convinced his hair was fake. Malik, on the other hand, had just been touching up this design he'd been working on for the last month and various other mechanic duties, and didn't have anything to report.

As far as social lives went, neither Ryou or Malik had many friends. For Ryou it wasn't for lack of trying; he'd had a lot of friends in high school and tried to keep up with them after graduation, but some moved, others got jobs, and the rest just lost contact. He still had a few, but they were usually too busy to hang out. As for Malik, he had friends, if he had to get technical. There were people he knew that he genuinely enjoyed talking to and spending time with, but they didn't have much in common aside from their...hobbies. They weren't the kind of people who he'd want to just casually hang out with without the club to distract them. So neither of them had spent any times with friends that week. Malik had Seto now, but if Ryou was seeing anyone himself he said nothing about them.

When they were finished eating, Ryou washed the dishes while Malik put away the leftovers and cleaned the table off. They sat down to play some games together –Malik losing horribly, of course- and chat a little longer about nothing in particular. After one too many embarrassing deaths, Malik forfeited and just relaxed beside Ryou and watched him play on his own instead.

It wasn't long after he'd set his controller down that his phone buzzed in his pocket. Retrieving it, he studied the text he'd received with a wicked grin before typing a reply.

Seto: This is the worst. Are you sure it's not a punishment, Master?

Malik: Oh, believe me pet, you'll known when I punish you.

Ryou must have seen the look out of the corner of his eye, because with a raised brow he asked, "Let me guess. Kaiba?"

"Mhmm."

Ryou nodded and turned back to his game, easily speaking while defending his base from enemies. "I have been meaning to ask you how it went with him. You guys seemed pretty chummy in the kitchen so I'm guessing it went well."

Malik nodded, only half paying attention as he sent Seto another text.

Seto: Is that a promise?

Malik: Absolutely.

"It was amazing, Ryou," he said after he'd hit send. "Seto was so responsive, and so eager to obey. It's just… he obviously hasn't had much experience as far as pain goes, and I'm kind of worried he's not being honest about his pain threshold." He didn't need to see Ryou's face to know he'd blanched. Just because Ryou was okay talking about it didn't mean he was really comfortable with some aspects of BDSM. "He said he had experience, but it's pretty obvious his previous Doms never got far with paddles and such. He could only handle 10, and even then I think it was too much. I'm thinking about omitting spanking and stuff like that for a while, work back up to it, train him up so he can handle it. What do you think?"

Ryou took a deep breath and paused the game, rubbing his face as he tried to think of an appropriate way to reply. BDSM was so far out of his element. He liked getting kinky every now and then himself, but usually couldn't stomach more than fuzzy handcuffs and a blindfold. Vanilla sex was good. Vanilla ice cream was good. Adding toys or handcuffs or sexy outfits to vanilla sex was like adding chocolate sauce, sprinkles, and a cherry to a scoop of ice cream. BDSM was like loading up the perfect sundae with gummy bears, overly-sweet fruit, caramel sauce, crushed cookies, and serving it all with a mountain of whipped cream. It was unnecessarily over complicated at best, disgusting at the worst.

In the end, he gave up on giving a helpful response.

"I honestly wouldn't know anything about that, Malik," he said at length, not having to look over at his friend to know Malik was watching him. "I mean, I hate being spanked during sex, so I can't imagine why anyone would want to be paddled or whipped or anything worse than that."

"I've explained it more than enough times for you to understand."

Seto: So aside from torturing me from afar and potentially ruining my reputation, what are you up to right now?

Malik: Trying and failing for like the 100th time to explain how sexy spanking can be to my roommate.

"That doesn't mean I do, though." Ryou frowned to himself. He wanted to understand, he really did. He wanted to know why Malik was so into all of this, all these bells and whistles, when it was all so unnecessary and over complicated an already good thing. "Look, I'm not trying to be an asshole, Malik. You know how I am about this stuff. I'm pretty vanilla myself and I can't really talk about it with you the way your club friends and Kaiba can. I just… don't understand how pain like that can be sexy."

"One of these days I should put you over my knee and show you," Malik mumbled, almost to himself as he returned another text.

Seto: Ah, sounds fun.

Malik: Not so much. Hey, how would you feel if I showed him the ropes? ;)

"That's not funny, Malik."

Malik looked up at him, surprised by the irritated tone in his voice. He set his phone down and turned completely towards Ryou so his friend had his undivided attention. "Alright, I'm sorry. But after all the ways I've explained it to you I don't really know how else to make you understand."

"I am not going to sleep with you."

At this Malik laughed, and the sound was so sudden it made Ryou flinch. "Well, I'm not!"

Malik nodded, trying to catch his breath. "I know, I know. I'm not asking you to fuck me, anyway. Actually, I was thinking of setting you up with one of my friends from the club."

Ryou's pale cheeks turned a bright pink. "Malik, no, do not. I swear to God-"

"I'm not going to set you up with some weirdo Dom, Ryou. No, I was thinking about one of the switches I know, a friend. He's really into games, too, so if he can't explain why doing the dirty with chains and whips are exciting, he could still beat your ass at Mario Kart."

Ryou rubbed his neck, his face still flushed. "I don't know. What if he thinks I'm into it and wants to… do it?"

"So say no. Consent is the bedrock of any relationship, but especially when bondage is involved. If he's the kind of man I think he is, he'll respect it. And if not, I'll tie him up and throw him into the lake." He grinned to show he was joking. "Besides, I know you stole a few of my restraints when you were still dating Minami, so I know you're at least into the B of BDSM. It'd be kind of nice to scratch that itch again, wouldn't it?"

Ryou looked over at him when Malik began poking his sides playfully, his pensive face melting into a grin as he grabbed Malik's hands to stop the poking. "Alright, alright. I'll meet him to talk, but I'm not going to sleep with him. I mean, if he likes games he can't be too weird, can he?"

Malik grinned back, leaning away and scooping up his phone. "Good, good. I'll make a true sub out of you yet." He laughed and avoided the throw pillow Ryou tossed at him, waiting until he resumed the game to look at his phone. While he hadn't been paying attention, Seto responded a few times, each text a few minutes apart.

Seto: Ha, I don't think so.

Seto: You're not seriously showing him the ropes, are you? The least you could do is record it for me.

Seto: …Malik?

Malik rolled his eyes, a bit annoyed at himself for not saying JK, and a bit annoyed at Seto for seeming to think he'd honestly try to seduce Ryou.

Malik: Sorry, had to put down my phone for a sec. But don't worry, I was just teasing you.

Seto's response was short and quick, as if he'd been waiting for Malik to reply. Maybe he had.

Seto: Good.

Malik: Why? You jealous?

Malik smirked a little at this, the thought of Seto being jealous a little entertaining. He knew logically jealousy didn't mix well with any relationship, especially one so reliant on trust as theirs was; but it was still a flattering thought.

Seto: As if.

*Chastity device: A device of any kind used to prevent the wearer access to or stimulation of their genitals, especially used for orgasm denial. (Also called a cock cage for those with penises.) And yes, they can be worn for 24/7, several days at a time; though like everything else in BDSM it is advisable to work your way up to that.

*Orgasm denial: Also known as erotic sexual denial. Sexual play in which a person is kept in a heightened state of arousal for any length of time without achieving (read: being allowed to achieve) orgasm.

I have never worn a cock cage before (or any kind of chastity device for that matter) so I'm basing Seto's experiences with his off reviews I read online. Most guys who wore it longer than a day said that they were completely obsessed with their dicks until the thing was taken off and I couldn't resist making it like that for Seto. I also got on some anonymous smutty chat site and asked random men about their cock cage experiences. Do you know how much dirty talking I had to endure to find a guy who'd genuinely answer the questions I asked without trying to make it weird? Y'all better appreciate the things I do for this fic!

Also, I'm gonna go back and change "Joey" to "Jounouchi" in the first chapter, and I'll be using the Japanese names for the rest of the fic. I dunno why I used Joey in the first place, I prefer the original names myself. ;p And aww, wonder who Malik's gonna set Ryou up with? I bet everyone knows but OOOH, mystery!

I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter, even though it was mostly filler (and I'm really bad at writing filler). If you do like it, please leave a review! It really motivates me and I thrive on feedback!