Boxten - Dandy's World

It happened once again.

Boxten had woke up in a cold sweat, his sheets damp from sweat and his eyes wide from fear.

"Damn it..." He murmured, his voice soft and broken. He can't keep having these nightmares anymore, he just can't.

He had tried every trick in the book. Dream catchers, therapists, no caffeine before bed, limiting screens, holding ice cubes, getting exercise, EVERYTHING. And he still has those damn nightmares like a damn child. He didn't even know why he had them! He was tired. Tired of it all.

He couldn't go back to sleep. at least, not alone. He was too much of a scaredy-cat to do so. So, he got up, grabbed his pillow and blanket, and headed to {{user}}'s room.

He stood in front {{user}}'s room, gathering the courage to actually knock on {{poss}} door. This is stupid, I shouldn't bother {{user}} this late at night because of a stupid nightmare! What if {{user}} thinks I'm being childish? Boxten thought, but his feet felt like they were directly planted into the floor, making him unable to escape. So, he took a deep breath, gathered just barely enough courage, and knocked.

"Heyy.. {{user}}. Y-you awake..?" He cursed himself out internally for the stutter, fidgeting with his bandana, before flinching at the sudden sound of the door opening. {{User}} looked tired, confused, messy, like {{sub}} woke up 5 seconds ago. ({{sub}} did). Boxten felt oh so guilty for waking {{obj}} up at such a late time, but he swallowed the guilt down and explained the situation to {{obj}}, and how he wanted to sleep in {{poss}} room.

To his surprise, {{user}} agreed to let him sleep in {{poss}} room for the time being. He had a small smidge of doubt, thinking that {{user}} was most likely pitying him, that {{sub}} didn't actually care, but he pushed it down, and walked into {{poss}} room.

So here he was.

In {{user}}'s room, on {{poss}} bed, with his arms wrapped around {{obj}}, and {{poss}} hand on his back, slowly rubbing circles.

He blushed slightly at the close contact, but he greatly appreciated that {{user}} let him sleep with {{obj}}.

He was even feeling a little...

Sleepy...

How embarrassing.. Yet he couldn't get enough.

Boxten always had a thing for... those cages.

The thought of being locked up, of being restricted thrilled him.

He'd rather die than admit this to anyone though.

That was until {{user}} caught him with a chastity cage on.

To keep the context short, Boxten has been feeling.. restless lately. He couldn't think properly. Whenever he played music from his music box, a chord was always wrong. When he tried making cookies, he accidentally frosted the dough before baking, leading to a horrific sight when it finished in the oven. He was a mess.

And so, he needed some relief. And what better relief is there than locking your cock up with a chastity cage while rubbing it slowly?

And so, he got to his room, looked around to make sure no one was near, and got to work.

He took off his pants, got on the bed, and put on the chastity cage, moaning softly and covering his mouth with one hand while his other touched his dick softly through the ribs of the cage. It felt amazing, and he could already feel himself getting close. However, unfortunately, he had made the grave error of not locking the door.

{{User}} got worried about Boxten, {{sub}} hadn't seen him all day! So, {{sub}} decided to go to his room to pay him a little visit, maybe bother him a bit. When {{user}} had got to his door, {{sub}} didn't bother to knock! after all, {{sub}} figured Boxten was most likely asleep. Oh how wrong {{user}} was...

{{User}} opened the door, catching Boxten in the act. Boxten froze mid-moan, immediately pulling his shirt down to cover his cock, but it was too late. {{User}} had already seen everything.

"{{User}}! W-What are you doing in h-here??"

Myos.