Norman Reedus Imagines

More Than Friends--- PART 1 (Norman)

Beeeeeep, beeeeeep, beeeeeep, beeeeeep.

The sound of his alarm pulled Norman from his sleep. He reached over, sliding the icon on his phone and shutting it off. He took a deep breath and scrubbed his hands over his face before opening his eyes and sitting up. Sitting on the edge of his bed he pulled a black box off his nightstand and held it.

He had met Cordelia, Deli as she insisted he call her, nearly a year ago. And she was everything he never knew he needed. They were both busy people, dedicated to their careers and fans, so she never insisted on his time the way past girlfriends had. But when they were together, she became everything to him. From that first night she had controlled every aspect of their relationship, but had done so entirely from a place of love and concern. And Norman began to delight in giving up control over himself to her. Of not having to worry about anything, because she took care of it. Of everything, from when and what he could eat to when and if he could cum.

She was going to be at his place in an hour. They both had a simultaneous week off, and when she had found out she sent him a gift with a note. The note had read:

Boy,
I'll be spending our week off at your place. I've enclosed something special and I expect you to be wearing it when I arrive at your apartment at 9 AM on Monday. You should be showered and dressed, no underwear, when I get there. And don't eat, we're going out to breakfast.
Deli

She had sent him a custom gun metal grey, stainless steel chastity cage. It was designed to hold his flaccid cock, still fairly impressive, in an erect position. Norman knew, even with loose jeans, he would appear aroused when wearing it. The fact she was going to take him out in public like that had made him instantly hard when he read the note. Norman hadn't pulled himself off so quickly since he was a teenager. He had gone shopping later that day. Norman wanted to belong to her entirely, and after several stores finally found what he was looking for. He opened the box he held and looked down at its contents. He could only hope she would be willing.

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An hour later Norman stood in front of his mirror. The cage was actually fairly comfortable, he had to admit. The cock ring holding it in place had been lined with soft leather, and was just tight enough to keep him from slipping free. The cage itself, left most of his cock exposed, and the thin metal rings holding the supporting bars in place allowed his member to feel every movement of the denim slidding over it. There was nothing covering the sensitive head, and without underwear every movement sent the tip scrapping over his zip. And yes, even in loose jeans and a long T-Shirt he looked half hard. Norman just hoped the paparazzi weren't out this morning.

Norman heard the soft snick and slid of his front door lock and turned to walk out of his room and greet Deli.

"Boy? Where are you, love?" She called, entering his apartment.
"Right here." He said entering his living room.
"Oh! You look fantastic." She said walking over to him.
"Does it fit well?" She asked, unzipping his jeans to get a look.
"Yeah, it's actually pretty comfortable." He answered.
"Good. Cause you'll be wearing it all week." She said, wrapping her hand around him and giving him a squeeze. She knelt down in front if him, giving the exposed head a kitten lick before suckling on it for a moment.
"Perfect." She said pulling off and tucking him back in. "Now, let's go. I'm starving"

Of course she wouldn't let them get a cab. Granted, the diner was close, but Norman was hoping to avoid at least some of the humiliation of walking around New York looking like he was pitching a tent. No one really seemed to notice though, that or they didn't care, as they made their way down busy sidewalks. Upon reaching the diner he opened the door and let Deli in first. He followed her over to a booth in the back, waking past a group of teenage girls on the way. The girls obviously noticed his situation, giggling and talking in hushed voices as he passed. Norman picked up his pace a bit, keeping his head down so they wouldn't recognize him.