If Noctis thought he was good at hiding his pornographic magazines, Ignis had an unfortunate revelation for him. Since the young prince had started living alone - if it could be called that with how little he took care of his own business - Ignis had gone over to clean and cook for him. So he was the first to know it when Noctis had started sneaking in those magazines. He could only imagine that he took such a rudimentary approach to acquiring his pornography because he didn't trust his phone to be untapped.
At first he had cleaned them up with the rest of Noctis' mess without saying a word, but as time went on it was clear that his teenage urges were only picking up in steam. More would always pop up, and he tried to hide them in better places. If it kept up, Ignis worried that Noctis was going to lose his virginity far before he should, outside of wedlock.
He knew it would be awkward, but it was his duty to protect the future king from such follies. And that was why he finally came up with a plan.
Noctis wasn't home yet. He set his bag down on the counter and began cleaning, as usual. When he found another magazine stashed behind his dresser it strengthened his resolve. He needed to protect Noctis from his own youthful urges. By the time Noctis came home Ignis was engrossed in cooking dinner. Noctis stumbled in, took a look around, and dropped his bag lazily on a random spot on the floor before going to collapse on the couch. Same as usual.
"What's for dinner?" he asked with mild interest.
"Chicken parmigiana," he answered simply.
"Ah."
The prince sounded more bored than anything, even if he liked Ignis' cooking. He was used to coming home to his apartment looking completely different, and used to the smell of something in the oven. The only thing that seemed out of place was an unopened white bag sitting on the counter. In the tedium of everything else, it caught his attention. Ignis didn't usually leave stuff lying around.
"What's in the bag?" he asked.
Pushing his glasses up, Ignis glanced back at him and answered in a calm voice, "It's for you."
His faint curiosity was spiked.
"For me?" He quirked an eyebrow and found the energy to push himself off the couch. Ignis did a lot around the house, but he didn't drop a lot of presents off. He wondered what Iggy even considered a good present. Textbooks? Nah, it didn't look like that. Some sort of study aid? He knew he shouldn't get his hopes up for anything fun.
He glanced inside the bag and furrowed his brows at the shiny metal.
"What... is it?" he asked after a few moments of staring.
"A chastity belt," he explained shortly.
Noctis nearly choked and he hadn't even been drinking anything.
"What the hell, Specs?"
Ignis swiveled on his heel to face him, expression stern but caring. "It's for your own good. You will be the king, and you can't be involved in any unfortunate... incidents before you're married."
"No way in hell am I putting that on." Noctis backed away. He couldn't believe Iggy was bringing up something like this. Sure, he'd suspected that he probably noticed that some of the stuff he was throwing away was porn - especially when his hidden reserves disappeared - but this was way further than he expected him to go. Ignis didn't say a thing. Noctis didn't say a thing. He expected it to stay like that and they would just pretend nothing ever happened.
Ignis grabbed the bag and stepped around the counter aggressively towards him. Noctis warped back across the room. He had that advantage. But Ignis brushed it aside. This wasn't a real fight. Noctis wouldn't hurt him any more than he would hurt Noctis. This would simply be a game of cat and mouse around the apartment, and he was far more resilient than the young prince.
Ignis never fully ran, following Noctis about as he continuously warped away, complaining and throwing a tantrum about the device. But Ignis was right. He didn't tire, and Noctis did. He attempted to flee into the bathroom and close the door, but Ignis caught it with his foot and held it open. And with that, Noctis was out of energy, unable to warp anymore and trapped in the small room.
Time seemed to blur. He grabbed Noctis from behind and held him firmly around the torso with one arm to hold him in place.
"Come on, Ignis!" Noctis pleaded through gritted teeth, struggling against him.
"If you had trained more you wouldn't be trapped right now," Ignis scolded him softly, holding in his exasperation for the prince's continued shirking of his duties. As the prince squirmed in his arm he set the bag down on the edge of the tub beside them and fiddled with Noctis' pants to get them down. It was easy enough, letting them slide off his hips under their own wait. Noctis jerking about certainly didn't help keep them up. They were hanging around his thighs in no time, and Ignis dug a hand into the bag.
He heard a small gasp from Noctis as the cool metal touched his exposed skin. He pressed the open ring under his sack and closed it, snapping it into place. A suppressed hiss came out of Noctis, and he waited a moment to be assured that it was the right size. He had estimated as best he could, and it seemed like it would be secured in its spot without hurting him.
Somehow Noctis discovered more energy and wrestled against him even harder, but he didn't have the strength to break free. Ignis ignored how soft the exposed skin was and reached into the bag again.
Noctis felt like his face was turning completely red and was silently grateful that he wasn't facing Ignis. No one had ever even touched him there before, and now his rear was fully exposed and his caregiver had him in a death grip and was clamping a ring around him. He hated to admit it even mentally, but feeling Ignis' fingers brush against him as he struggled felt far too good.
Which made what he was doing even worse. How the hell was he supposed to keep it locked away in a cage? He grunted and clenched his teeth as cold metal rings slipped on him. Were they... lubricated? Leave it to Iggy to think everything through. Before he knew it his tip was touching the end of a cage and Ignis had managed to lock it in place. How the hell was he so nimble with his fingers, anyway?
As soon as it was secure he was instantly released. Noctis stumbled forward with a gasp, then whirled about to face him with a flushed but angry face. Before he even got to say anything he noticed a key in Ignis' hand.
"Give me that!" he shouted as he reached out to snatch it, but in an instant it disappeared inside of Ignis' fist.
"It's for your own good," Ignis repeated firmly. He glared up at him with a tightened jaw. He would fight for the key, but he knew that it would be no easy task getting it away from Ignis. The man could fight and he was stubborn. Noctis already felt like his energy had been drained, and too much of his blood was currently rushing to his face to power anything else.
Through narrowed eyes he realized he would have to give up now and try to get it later.
!Fill Ignis/Noctis - Cock cages and milking 1/?
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If Noctis thought he was good at hiding his pornographic magazines, Ignis had an unfortunate revelation for him. Since the young prince had started living alone - if it could be called that with how little he took care of his own business - Ignis had gone over to clean and cook for him. So he was the first to know it when Noctis had started sneaking in those magazines. He could only imagine that he took such a rudimentary approach to acquiring his pornography because he didn't trust his phone to be untapped.
At first he had cleaned them up with the rest of Noctis' mess without saying a word, but as time went on it was clear that his teenage urges were only picking up in steam. More would always pop up, and he tried to hide them in better places. If it kept up, Ignis worried that Noctis was going to lose his virginity far before he should, outside of wedlock.
He knew it would be awkward, but it was his duty to protect the future king from such follies. And that was why he finally came up with a plan.
Noctis wasn't home yet. He set his bag down on the counter and began cleaning, as usual. When he found another magazine stashed behind his dresser it strengthened his resolve. He needed to protect Noctis from his own youthful urges. By the time Noctis came home Ignis was engrossed in cooking dinner. Noctis stumbled in, took a look around, and dropped his bag lazily on a random spot on the floor before going to collapse on the couch. Same as usual.
"What's for dinner?" he asked with mild interest.
"Chicken parmigiana," he answered simply.
"Ah."
The prince sounded more bored than anything, even if he liked Ignis' cooking. He was used to coming home to his apartment looking completely different, and used to the smell of something in the oven. The only thing that seemed out of place was an unopened white bag sitting on the counter. In the tedium of everything else, it caught his attention. Ignis didn't usually leave stuff lying around.
"What's in the bag?" he asked.
Pushing his glasses up, Ignis glanced back at him and answered in a calm voice, "It's for you."
His faint curiosity was spiked.
"For me?" He quirked an eyebrow and found the energy to push himself off the couch. Ignis did a lot around the house, but he didn't drop a lot of presents off. He wondered what Iggy even considered a good present. Textbooks? Nah, it didn't look like that. Some sort of study aid? He knew he shouldn't get his hopes up for anything fun.
He glanced inside the bag and furrowed his brows at the shiny metal.
"What... is it?" he asked after a few moments of staring.
"A chastity belt," he explained shortly.
Noctis nearly choked and he hadn't even been drinking anything.
"What the hell, Specs?"
Ignis swiveled on his heel to face him, expression stern but caring. "It's for your own good. You will be the king, and you can't be involved in any unfortunate... incidents before you're married."
"No way in hell am I putting that on." Noctis backed away. He couldn't believe Iggy was bringing up something like this. Sure, he'd suspected that he probably noticed that some of the stuff he was throwing away was porn - especially when his hidden reserves disappeared - but this was way further than he expected him to go. Ignis didn't say a thing. Noctis didn't say a thing. He expected it to stay like that and they would just pretend nothing ever happened.
Ignis grabbed the bag and stepped around the counter aggressively towards him. Noctis warped back across the room. He had that advantage. But Ignis brushed it aside. This wasn't a real fight. Noctis wouldn't hurt him any more than he would hurt Noctis. This would simply be a game of cat and mouse around the apartment, and he was far more resilient than the young prince.
Ignis never fully ran, following Noctis about as he continuously warped away, complaining and throwing a tantrum about the device. But Ignis was right. He didn't tire, and Noctis did. He attempted to flee into the bathroom and close the door, but Ignis caught it with his foot and held it open. And with that, Noctis was out of energy, unable to warp anymore and trapped in the small room.
Time seemed to blur. He grabbed Noctis from behind and held him firmly around the torso with one arm to hold him in place.
"Come on, Ignis!" Noctis pleaded through gritted teeth, struggling against him.
"If you had trained more you wouldn't be trapped right now," Ignis scolded him softly, holding in his exasperation for the prince's continued shirking of his duties. As the prince squirmed in his arm he set the bag down on the edge of the tub beside them and fiddled with Noctis' pants to get them down. It was easy enough, letting them slide off his hips under their own wait. Noctis jerking about certainly didn't help keep them up. They were hanging around his thighs in no time, and Ignis dug a hand into the bag.
He heard a small gasp from Noctis as the cool metal touched his exposed skin. He pressed the open ring under his sack and closed it, snapping it into place. A suppressed hiss came out of Noctis, and he waited a moment to be assured that it was the right size. He had estimated as best he could, and it seemed like it would be secured in its spot without hurting him.
Somehow Noctis discovered more energy and wrestled against him even harder, but he didn't have the strength to break free. Ignis ignored how soft the exposed skin was and reached into the bag again.
Noctis felt like his face was turning completely red and was silently grateful that he wasn't facing Ignis. No one had ever even touched him there before, and now his rear was fully exposed and his caregiver had him in a death grip and was clamping a ring around him. He hated to admit it even mentally, but feeling Ignis' fingers brush against him as he struggled felt far too good.
Which made what he was doing even worse. How the hell was he supposed to keep it locked away in a cage? He grunted and clenched his teeth as cold metal rings slipped on him. Were they... lubricated? Leave it to Iggy to think everything through. Before he knew it his tip was touching the end of a cage and Ignis had managed to lock it in place. How the hell was he so nimble with his fingers, anyway?
As soon as it was secure he was instantly released. Noctis stumbled forward with a gasp, then whirled about to face him with a flushed but angry face. Before he even got to say anything he noticed a key in Ignis' hand.
"Give me that!" he shouted as he reached out to snatch it, but in an instant it disappeared inside of Ignis' fist.
"It's for your own good," Ignis repeated firmly. He glared up at him with a tightened jaw. He would fight for the key, but he knew that it would be no easy task getting it away from Ignis. The man could fight and he was stubborn. Noctis already felt like his energy had been drained, and too much of his blood was currently rushing to his face to power anything else.
Through narrowed eyes he realized he would have to give up now and try to get it later.